The effects-laden video takes a page from Poor Things and Severance.
No, Ashanti can’t sing.
The title track promises to extol the hardships of a touring artist but, like much of the album, it doesn’t deliver.
Unfortunately, the album is bottom-heavy with mid-tempo numbers and R&B balladry.
The album is at once a natural continuation of the mature introspection of its predecessor and an unabashed vie for pop success.
It seems Bristol has gone the way of Seattle.
Guarini’s voice fits snugly into the proven formulas of more seasoned crooners like Brian McKnight and R. Kelly.
Death, both figurative and literal, consumes much of the album.
Recorded in 1999 with Chad Hugo of the Neptunes, New Sacred Cow still sounds as fresh as ever in ’03.
The album is about as easy to swallow as your average episode of The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.
The album represents one of the most startling—yet oddly fitting—transformations in pop history.
Ireland-born singer-songwriter Damien Rice’s debut, O, plays out like a Shakespearean love tragedy.
Sophie B. Hawkins might just be the hardest working musician in the business.
The album does little to live up to 3EB’s Eastern philosophical moniker, but it still delivers on the poppy promises of their hit-laden debut.
The album sits comfortably somewhere in between the computer-generated Kid A and the prog-rock splendor of OK Computer.
The singer’s sophomore effort mixes more of the same with a reggae buzz that evokes Paul Simon’s solo work.
With Graham Coxon out of the picture, world beats and bass guitar take on new lead roles.
Whether it be soothing techno-ballads or custom-made clubs tracks, Goldfrapp knows how to draw you in.
The biggest liability of becoming the “American Idol” is evident on winner Kelly Clarkson’s debut album, Thankful.
Fleetwood Mac’s new album, Say You Will, may well have been titled The Buckingham & Nicks Show.
Presley’s twangy brand of rock and sultry vocals sound more like Sheryl Crow or Cher than the King.