The singer has teased a new release date for the set and announced a companion album to boot.
Amputechture shows a band honing their eruptive sound and bringing it into tight focus for the first time.
Perhaps the blight of the rock ‘n’ roll pioneer is to sound like one’s followers.
You can practically hear the energy draining away as the album progresses and one song slides into another.
For once, Yankovic’s originals are better than his parodies.
Continuum just doesn’t convince as a heady, soulful rock album or as Mayer’s creative quantum leap forward.
Ta-Dah isn’t an unimpeachable triumph from front to back, but it’s a hell of a good showing.
The Lemonheads is nearly as great as the band’s masterpiece, It’s a Shame About Ray.
It’s a little early to be having a mid-life crisis, isn’t it?
The album is a richly dark masterwork that illustrates that there’s is nothing sexier than emotional nakedness.
Thisis a collection of quiet, introspective piano ballads every bit as beautiful as the packaging.
Twenty years and 10 albums into their career, the Indigo Girls are still finding ways to tinker with their trademark formula.
The album too often seems to be striving to display diversity at the expense of artistry.
Dan Bern finally reconciles his brazen wiseass side with his insightful, empathetic folksinger side on Breathe.
Jonny Lang is obviously a soldier, but his soul isn’t all that convincing.
Barenaked Ladies Are Me is many things, but a surefire home run it isn’t.
Carnival is a fine showcase for one of the most distinctive talents to emerge in any genre in recent memory.
The album is a taut, restless collection that cements the duo’s status as blues torchbearers for a generation.
Fading Trails shows that Jason Molina capable of being a striking indie-rock personality.
The album often feels like a retread of I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One.
Far from perfect, 4:21 still manages to effectively trounce Method Man’s previous record.