For those who have questioned Macy Gray’s loopy public persona, The Id will be a confirmation of their worst fears and fantasies.
Maxwell’s third studio effort, Now, faithfully delivers more of the same.
Babyface’s music always sounds better when someone else is singing it.
Everybody is influenced as much by the Beastie Boys’s brand of punk-infused hip-hop as it is by the Rat Pack.
Glitter’s biggest flaw is in its effort to be everything to everyone.
Not bad for a band that doesn’t even exist.
It seems more like a collection of songs than a cohesive album, and it’s an unexpected answer to Ray of Light.
Mel meets the challenge of distinguishing herself from the Spice Girls.
Blige’s albums have harnessed the potential for hip-hop perfection, yet she falls short each time and Drama is no exception.
Born of the Napster era, Björk’s Vespertine might just be the first commercial D.I.Y. electronic album.
Usher’s confessed influences resound clearly on the album.
Imagine post-Indian-excursion Beatles miraculously transported into a high-tech 21st-century recording studio.
If you’re lucky enough to earn a few bucks off of this, start saving up for that PhD.
The hunger that Madonna creates in the public is often more palpable than the art in her pop.
Celebrity’s slower numbers recall the banalities of that other boy band.
After months of hype, two-step’s leading man, Craig David, has hit our shores with Born to Do It.
Aaliyah learned how to align herself with A-list producers without losing her individuality.
The album is a promising start for a talented young newcomer, mixing obvious influences with classical training and simple yet distinct approach.
It takes us on a vivid journey from abandonment and desperation, through rebirth and renewed hope.
The album mixes the soul of Sly Stone and the funk of James Brown with the pop sensibilities of Prince and the grace of Lena Horne.