From Taylor Swift to The Tortured Poets Department, we’ve ranked all of the singer’s studio albums.
Erykah Badu’s Worldwide Underground is less daring than it is just plain indulgent.
Rufus Wainwright is like a giant peacock.
Beyoncé shows that she can command a choir on the quickie “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” as easy as she can a pop group.
Call it what you will, background music is rarely this lovely.
Fresh and inventive, Deliverance sheds light on the fact that certain troubles affect both sides of the track.
The compositional uncertainty and sometimes scruffiness of its relatively brief 11 tracks seem just slightly ungenerous.
John Mayer may have titled his sophomore disc Heavier Things, but don’t expect the album to rock you like a hurricane.
Chain Gang of Love could be the soundtrack to a murderous, perverted remake of Dirty Dancing or Grease.
First the good news: Love & Life is vintage Mary.
BT might be better off taking Beck’s lead and focus on one musical genre at a time.
Is this a metamorphosis from tween to teen? Actress to pop singer?
The Other Side of Daybreak takes Orton’s customary mixing of folk-rock songwriting and electronic studio wizardry to a literal level.
It’s not often that a 71-year-old is up for six awards at the MTV Video Music Awards.
Jeff Buckley was much more than the tragic rock god he has become.
It was inevitable really.
Waiting for My Rocket to Come is often too shameless for its own good.
Dashboard Confessional’s Chris Carrabba is, much to his chagrin, the new metrosexual poster boy for Emo-lite.
The album is weighed down by soggy, overwrought pop ballads that find Simpson repeatedly declaring her devotion to Nick Lachey.
Parts of the Process is an apt title for this greatest hits collection from British electronica/trip-hop trio Morcheeba.
Dave Gahan is a true rock n’ roll survivor.