With song titles like “Unbreakable” and “Invincible,” Michael Jackson may as well have embraced his critics and called his newest album Monster.
All hail the new kings of rock.
Mr. Gwen Stefani and his crew certainly know how to milk their 15 minutes.
Forever proves that the TKA comeback could be more than just a trip down memory lane.
Like many of his fellow gangsta rappers, there’s a giddy pop star bubbling just beneath Ja Rule’s coarse exterior.
It’s often baffling when artists who have only had a minimal number of hit singles choose to release Greatest Hits collections.
The singer hesitantly approached her microphone like a hungry predator or lover and discretely toiled over each syllable.
Dolores O’Riordan and company fall a bit short of the emotive and atmospheric heights of 1994’s No Need to Argue
The album adds ’70s soul to the rapper’s predictable mix of self-declaration and catty peer-dissing.
Consider Vega, recently separated from her husband, producer Mitchell Froom, a reborn folkie.
Garbage’s Beautiful Garbage will be shrouded in the bias of its predecessors.
Though not as innovative as her debut, the album stands as one of the most definitive pop artifacts from the indulgent Reagan Era.
Tracks like the edgy, punk-infused “Burning Up” incorporated electric guitars along with the most state-of-the-art synthesizers of the time.
This is a cover album that covers about as much of Amos’s split-psyche as it does her diverse musical influences.
Rufus Wainwright is gloriously pompous.
Jay Kay and his minions (old and new) faithfully recreate ’70s disco-funk as if it were cool.
The day Jeff Buckley died marked the beginning of the search for a male singer-songwriter who could take his place.
Maxwell’s third studio effort, Now, faithfully delivers more of the same.
For those who have questioned Macy Gray’s loopy public persona, The Id will be a confirmation of their worst fears and fantasies.
Babyface’s music always sounds better when someone else is singing it.