Remove the subtle pedal-steel flourishes of second single “I Do” and the song wouldn’t sound out of place on any other Jewel album.
Weeds works best when it focuses on the first two syllables of its designated genre: “dramedy.”
Martha Wainwright’s I Know You’re Married but I’ve Got Feelings Too is a considerable disappointment compared to the singer’s past work.
In many ways, the 1960s set the stage for our more recent history.
The album hop-scotches between various genres but without any of the freshness or spontaneity of In Search Of…
If nothing else, her delivery signals something worth keeping both an eye and ear on.
As remarkable as her pedigree is, Joan Wasser’s music is impressive in its own right.
Declaration aims to prove that Ashanti is indeed growing up.
I’m once again feeling alone.
The bigger the ego, the longer the tracklist.
James’s voice is scratchy and lived in, evoking contemporaries like Damien Rice and Xavier Rudd and giving his intricately painted stories a cozy, whispered-in-your-ear quality.
Survivor: Micronesia – Fans vs. Favorites started off with a whimper.
The album eschews the scenester party-and-sex themes of With Love and Squalor for more grown-up subject matter.
Leave it to Mariah to release the two weakest songs from her otherwise solid E=MC² as the first two singles from the album.
The Slip is likely to leave you with a mild case of buyer’s remorse.
On My Way Here isn’t any easier to swallow than the American Idol alum’s Measure of a Man.
Her second act is comprised of bucketfuls of well-earned praise from the indie sect and lots of love from metropolitan gays in the know.
NYU has a long tradition of swallowing up real estate and putting profit before culture and community.
Santogold is a fantastic amalgam of punk-rock battle cries, dancehall/dub rhythms, Nintendo sound effects, Dave Stewart-style programming, and “Rock Lobster” yelps.
Unfortunately, the album’s effervescent uptempo tracks give way to same-y filler.