The artist formerly known as the Artist seems to be blazing a trail for the future of wheeling and dealing.
Andrew Bird’s music holds secrets.
This Right Here Is Buck 65 is an assemblage of new songs, b-sides, and re-recordings from Buck 65’s Canadian catalogue.
Ultimately, Rebirth is just another mediocre chapter in “The Story of J. Lo.”
The artist who has really triumphed over adversity is Melissa Etheridge, who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer.
The album ends on a mellow note, but just take it as your cue to restart the disc and enjoy the pleasures of the album all over again.
The album reflects nostalgia for a time in Holbrook’s life that never actually existed.
Romance, as always, takes center stage on Erasure’s 11th studio album, Nightbird.
It’s the jarring excursions into hip-hop that ultimately inject some much-needed life into the project.
It’s telling that two of Vanessa Williams’s last three studio albums were Christmas-themed.
Trail of Dead’s Worlds Apart succeeds, in part, by accurately capturing at least a segment of our country’s social unrest.
Another year, another award for multimedia synchronicity over artistic merit.
Brian Wilson should be proud.
Free Me follows patently European pop trends, blending bossa-lite rhythms with subtle acoustic flourishes and disco strings.
Ali would be better off using her feline powers for evil.
Before The Poison is a markedly personal record, earmarking another chapter in Faithfull’s 40-year career.
Let’s hope Ashanti is a woman of her word.
Apparently a nonsexual kiss between the 60-year-old Scout and Annie, her partner of 26 years, is just as offensive as Janet flashing her tit in front of ninety million viewers on live TV.
Evolution is essential to the survival of an artist, and it’s what’s kept Ani DiFranco captivating for so long.
Kelly Clarkson heads in an edgier, rockier direction with Breakaway.