The album sees the singer-songwriter moving in a different direction.
Greatest hits compilations are odd birds.
It’s hard to shake the sense that Starsailor is angry as to how they’ve fared on this side of the Atlantic.
The album is an intriguing mishmash of sounds, beats, and vocal affectations.
Fronted by diminutive twin sisters Emily and Susan Hsu, Exit Clov formed, as so many groups do, from the wreckage of previous bands.
She looked a lot like Lady Kier’s little sister during her one-night stand at the Maritime Hotel’s Hiro Ballroom in New York City.
Happy Hollow is far too grouchy to be taken seriously.
Post-War is a lush blend of humming synths, organs, gentle strings, and deceptively simple acoustic strumming.
Thunder Down Under, a live recording for Australian radio, is an explosive self-eulogy.
The Panic Channel delivers pure rock n’ roll through and through.
Perhaps Paris Hilton should have called her debut Album.
This is precisely what you might get if you let a 16-year-old and Samuel L. Jackson loose in a music studio.
Like all Mountain Goats albums, of course, there are some gems.
While Janet Jackson struggles to find her footing on the rocky surface of 2006, newcomer Cassie is climbing straight past her.
Everything she’s done post-“Genie in a Bottle” has been advertising for the new-and-improved Christina Aguilera brand.
Surprisingly, the band’s sound feels just as loose and fresh as it did 17 years ago.
It takes mighty big huevos to feel up to the task of reinterpreting a clutch of rock classics from the ’80s
This twofer is a bracing, willfully odd delight that rewards the patient and frustrates the short-fused.
DiFranco takes a relatively stripped-down approach to her ever-insightful meditations on matters both personal and political.
Avatar is bold and intense enough to justify Comets on Fire’s swagger.
To the Races more often evokes Iron & Wine than Springsteen, but the end result is still quite lovely.