We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
Nine Types of Light is a strong, smart effort from a band that continues to push resolutely forward.
Eschewing the dynamic pop and soul flourishes that made Lemons something of a crossover vehicle, The Family Sign is simply flat.
Whatever C’mon lacks in newness it more than compensates for in intimacy and richness.
It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when Calvin Broadus lost his relevance.
Leave it to Fucked Up to illustrate so neatly that accessibility doesn’t have to herald the loss of credibility.
In support of January’s resplendent Kaputt, the eight-piece Destroyer landed in New York City’s Webster Hall on Sunday night.
As singer-songwriters go, Dan Bejar is a case study of ironic distance.
Similarly on-trend via the increasingly prominent underground R&B movement, the Weeknd takes the genre to even rawer places.
Hearing ReturnOf4Eva is like living in a fantasy world where Pimp C had never died.
You’d be forgiven for thinking the coverage of LCD Soundsystem has gotten out of hand lately.
The harrowing character sketches and wry declarations of self-loathing that populated the Mountain Goats’s previous releases are in short supply here.
Blood Pressures works mostly because of how fully the duo believes in the junk they’re spitting out.
Countrypolitan Duets is respectful of both Wilson’s jazz-singer aspirations and her day job as an in-demand pop-country songwriter.
Laserbeams and Dreams is perhaps a bit too glum for its own good.
Raven in the Grave is a sloppy misfire.
Ravishers show promise as songwriters, but their disavowal of all things gimmicky or outlandish leaves them sounding indistinct.
A thunderstorm can be awe-inspiring, but it also doesn’t give a shit whether or not you get bored halfway through.
“E.T.” finds the singer taking on the role of an extra-terrestrial goddess who changes outfits more often than Cher during her Vegas stage show.
Could the dissonant production techniques of Tyler and his Odd Future crew already be wheedling their way into mainstream rap?
“Brick By Brick” is a promising first piece in Arctic Monkeys’ “vintage” jigsaw.