The singer has yet to discover a sound or sensibility that truly distinguishes her.
Brave aims to uphold the standards of individuality that we have, for whatever reason, come to expect from our dance floor divas.
Left to her own devices, Deborah Harry can get quirky and weird to a fault.
Felix Da Housecat obviously lost it at the movies.
When I assured her no one else was listening in on the conversation, she said: “I’ll just choose to believe you.”
Heroes & Thieves finds Vanessa Carlton simply coasting.
Siouxsie has moved from the dissonant sounds of her band’s debut, The Scream, and into pure, intoxicating pop on her solo debut.
Fox News’s Roger Friedman has called for a boycott of Rolling Stone.
The album boasts a thin premise, loads of guest appearances, and a general undercurrent of redundancy.
Harvey’s eighth studio album is a triumph of both micro- and macro-level structure.
Here are some notable September releases that fell through the cracks for one reason or another.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, here comes Mariah with her titties out, all breathless and moaning.
Lennox’s voice, capable of creating the illusion of an entire choir as it does on the gospel-y “Ghost in My Machine,” is always the key focus of her music.
Canadian sextet Stars relish in drama and turmoil.
These songs are never less than lovely, but they’re never really more than lovely either.
Throughout, Banhart’s mannered, look-what-I-can-do kook act overshadows his actual talent.
The Real Thing swiftly descends into over half an hour of sex songs you’d expect to hear at the tail end of a Janet Jackson album.
Who knew he was a next-generation house producer?
Chaka Kahn occasionally aims for introspection by swooping down into her husky contralto register.
Quietly but unmistakably, there is a political undercurrent that weaves in and out of Civilians.
For all the cast changes and time that has passed by, Go Go Smear the Poison Ivy doesn’t break much new ground.