We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
Crayons had us wishing that Summer would have found a few more songwriters who have at least graduated to using markers.
Nick Thorburn seems dead set on becoming the mad prince of indie pop.
Scarlett Johansson has a bit of a daddy complex.
The album works as a full-fledged commercial comeback but also continues the artistic resurgence started by its predecessor.
The Botticellis have done the work already, so you won’t have to do a thing.
On the surprisingly tepid Narrow Stairs, the boys of Death Cab for Cutie seem to have tired somewhat of being themselves.
The album is rife with howling missteps that break the careful flow engendered by the music.
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.
Rockferry is a pretty nifty party trick of a record, but it’s not enough to justify Duffy’s Next Big Thing billing.
The album eschews the scenester party-and-sex themes of With Love and Squalor for more grown-up subject matter.
Leave it to Mariah to release the two weakest songs from her otherwise solid E=MC² as the first two singles from the album.
Rising Down is not an appropriate soundtrack for your next fraternity party or bong load. It’s more of a call to arms.
With Thing of the Past, Vetiver comes across like a well-orchestrated coffeehouse act with unusually exquisite taste.
The Slip is likely to leave you with a mild case of buyer’s remorse.
“Life in a Northern Town” should give its unique ensemble a real shot at a crossover hit.
Nouns will leave you wanting more.
On My Way Here isn’t any easier to swallow than the American Idol alum’s Measure of a Man.
The live cuts definitely flesh out the anthology and make it essential for Bentley’s die-hard fans.
Talking Through Tin Cans is one of the most unabashedly fun pop debuts in recent memory.
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.