The album sounds beamed in from an earlier decade, but it runs deeper than nostalgia.
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.
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.
Twenty years and 10 albums into their career, the Indigo Girls are still finding ways to tinker with their trademark formula.
Jonny Lang is obviously a soldier, but his soul isn’t all that convincing.
The album is a taut, restless collection that cements the duo’s status as blues torchbearers for a generation.
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.
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.
Nightcrawler finds Pete Yorn in something of a holding pattern.
Crazy Itch Radio’s not the Sign O’ The Times that Rooty fans have been waiting for, but it’s a more-than-serviceable Lovesexy.
“SexyBack” is a shameless tease, a setup for the next single and the rest of the album.
Progress is the name of the game for Audioslave.
“Hey Ya!” was probably the worst thing that could’ve happened to OutKast.
The album is revenge against an unfair world delivered with a hug rather than a clenched fist.
Dylan’s 44th studio effort Modern Times might be the most upbeat feel-bad album of 2006.