What Pretty in Black lacks in vigor is made up for in variety.
Hey, Rich Harrison, it’s okay to sample something other than horns. Or how about just dropping the sampling altogether.
The Best of Brandy is a must-have for the hardest-core Moesha fans.
With her self-titled debut, Martha Wainwright has proven to be not just a worthy pupil of her domestic tutelage, but a musician of equal caliber.
Here are some reasons we love Tana.
Lisa Marie Presley’s second effort doesn’t stray far from the formula that brought her moderate success her first time out.
em>Odyssey presents even more reasons to hate Fischerspooner—and in glaring Technicolor.
The First Lady is a mark of growth for Faith Evans.
Whatever these songs lack, they make up for in restraint.
Lead singer and chief songwriter Sam Endicott’s voice aims for droll but comes off lifeless and disaffected, descending into an annoying whine by the album’s halfway mark.
Arular is a head-turning, head-bopping debut.
He took a break from his European tour to introduce himself to us and discuss composing, skinny-dipping, 19th century heroines, and Britney Spears.
The album smells of the fear of death.
It’s the way the album’s 14 songs are assembled that seems like uncharted land.
Stars isn’t afraid of the pop in their indie.
If Version 2.0 was techno-pop perfection posing as rock, this album is its noisy, long-haired cousin.
To Tweet’s credit, there are more gems on It’s Me Again than on Ashanti’s three albums put together.
Epic Records, I have to ask: At what point did you get cold feet?
ntony and the Johnsons’s I Am a Bird Now takes us on a morbid journey from confusion to comfort.
Like many Britpop bands before them, Kasabian prefers choruses, and they like them big.