The singer has yet to discover a sound or sensibility that truly distinguishes her.
The solo debut of Terius Nash includes a few flashes of greatness and plenty of potential.
It’s hard to get beyond the very title of Mary J. Blige’s eighth overstuffed collection of affirmations, self-definitions, and keepin’-it-real-isms.
we could do worse than give Beanie Sigel the benefit of the doubt.
It’s Patrick Wolf who earns our pick for Album of the Year for following two impressive records with one that’s even more extraordinary.
That Ritter has made what is arguably a better record song-for-song than any that Bob Dylan has released this decade isn’t a backhanded compliment.
Aesop’s indomitable presence and knotty co-production make what he says incidental to how he says it.
Panda Bear, everyone’s favorite endangered species and Animal Collectivist, masters problems of scope on Person Pitch.
It sure looks like an awesome party I would’ve loved to been able to afford.
Do we need the Wu-Tang Clan?
The impulse to follow the cues of Judy Garland’s command performance carries over to many aspects of the album.
While Pete Doherty’s deathwatch continues, the legacy of the Libertines remains in limbo.
The album proves once again that Pitbull is a savvy curator of Latin-inflected rhythms, classic crunk, and dance-floor R&B.
The Clientele are really pushing it.
SuperMayer only really seem interested in pushing the boundaries by interpreting forms previously foreign to them.
Freeway is still nothing more than a well-connected hype man.
There hasn’t been a more consistent singles artist in mainstream country music over the last decade than Keith Urban.
The album places Turner in the company of mainstream country acts like Brad Paisley, LeAnn Rimes, and Dierks Bentley
It’s a smart move for the Eagles to market their latest album directly to the country market.
Despite the aggressive nature of his devil’s dance music, Sean Brennan never gets overly excited while making the vamps shake it.
And it all begins to make some sense.