The dance-pop artist proved she’s a charming performer at the Anthem on Monday night.
She wailed with an astonishing clarity throughout songs like “Glass” and “Pearl’s Dream.”
It’s no surprise that Madonna’s new show comes off not unlike an act of self-defense.
Sadly, the singer doesn’t have much of a live presence, at least in the sense that you frequently forget she’s even on stage.
Pointing out that her sister is one of her backup dancers, Badu was often prone to sitting back—legs crossed, head bopping—and allowing others to hog her spotlight.
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.
Dan Bejar has encrypted his creations to the point that their significance is entirely his to bear.
Up-and-coming district dive the Rock n’ Roll Hotel hosted the show, surely the biggest of the venue’s 18-month existence.
It became apparent pretty quickly that Lennox is a bit mad—in the best possible way, of course.
The last time I saw Harvey perform live she had just released an album half-dedicated to a city whose tallest buildings still stood in the financial district.
Sunday evening proved that the fest has some cajones underneath all that tie-dye.
It was fitting that the final stop on Goldfrapp’s U.S. tour, at New York’s Roseland Ballroom, began with Cerrone’s “Supernature.”
Fronted by diminutive twin sisters Emily and Susan Hsu, Exit Clov formed, as so many groups do, from the wreckage of previous bands.
She looked a lot like Lady Kier’s little sister during her one-night stand at the Maritime Hotel’s Hiro Ballroom in New York City.
What Sleater-Kinney could not do was control the equatorial heat afflicting the city like an incurable disease.
In case her new album’s title hasn’t tipped you off yet, Pink wants you to know she’s not dead.
It’s always a bit disarming to see someone who has performed thousands of times comment candidly on his or her still-developing skill of tuning an acoustic guitar.
To enjoy the first half of Madonna’s show, without reservation, is to condone the singer’s propensity for self-congratulation.
The show reached a palpable climax with inspired renditions of three of the Walkmen’s best-known tracks.
You can tell that the brief but potent career of Jeff Buckley has impacted yet another European singer-songwriter.
Sparks is little known outside its circle of devotees, who are die-harder than Bruce Willis.