We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
RJD2 eventually went in some poorly-reviewed direction or other I didn’t follow; apparently things got a lot whiter and clumsier.
The real problem here isn’t the video’s too-much-of-itself histrionics.
Textbook blog-hype band: first album praised beyond (but only a little beyond) its merits, automatically slammed by same for their follow-up.
Charlotte Gainsbourg makes another push at mirroring her father’s musical success on IRM, her major label debut.
Hopefully this is the last in an increasingly sorry string of low-concept concept albums.
Expectedly, Y Not is harmless.
Until then, there’s plenty to savour from this terrific foretaste: a melancholic thumper, perhaps 2010’s strongest single so far.
Arguably, the aughts traveled through three or four distinct phases of journalistically notable indie rock trends
Hello, and welcome to my much-delayed project to annotate my top 100 songs of our not-so-dearly-departed decade.
The decade that began with the commercial single seemingly gasping its last dying breath ended with it being the dominating format.
The overall tone of the album is fairly staid and reserved.
And now, a retelling of a recent conversation between two teenage girls and an older, wiser relative who gets owned.
Someone forgot to tell country trio Lady Antebellum that “sophomore slumps” are now gauche.
Even when backed by a full choir on the stirring “Move Up,” Griffin still emerges as a real show-stealing powerhouse.
Grace Jones and David Bowie are obvious influences, but it’s impossible—impossible!—to discuss Lady Gaga and not talk about Madonna.
In This Light is inspired by the hustle and bustle of London, and perhaps more so its anxiety and paranoia.
Transference is sparser than Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, but it’s no less melancholic.
No one needs to tell you the sea change in the realm of music videos and how we all consume them in the 21st century.
For the most part, My Dinosaur Life consists of power-pop in the proud tradition of Cheap Trick and Fountains of Wayne.
Of the Blue Colour of the Sky is OK Go’s unequivocal stab at lusty, dirty soul.