The album sees the singer-songwriter moving in a different direction.
The album plays like a classical-pop mélange of various female singer-songwriter influences from the last 15 years.
The double album reveals the popping seams of a band that had the pressure of an entire fissuring generational/political gap on its back.
To celebrate the re-release of Grace, we’ve decided to root through the self-proclaimed chanteuse’s catalogue and spotlight some of his key releases.
Oh, MTV, what has happened to you? This year’s list of Video Music Award nominees reads more like a TRL line-up.
Without the odd bursts of light that Robert Smith is more than capable of, The Cure remains cloaked in shadow.
Despite assistance from a sex-kitten-voiced electronic navigator, Ashlee arrives several hours late to the meeting.
The album is an utterly guileless celebration of the pop diva as shape-shifting drama queen.
The crowd was young and boisterous, and one particularly drunk teen was making yours truly look like a no-fun-having old coot.
It’s not exactly a secret that greatest hits packages can be hit or miss, especially for an act that has had no recognizable singles.
Gone are the so-called “ugly verses,” the ones that made Donelly’s big, bleeding choruses even more potent.
The Tipping Point might just be the Roots’s most jovial effort yet.
Nina Sky is a surprisingly solid debut, but the one thing the album lacks is its own distinct personality.
The Fever just wants to party like it’s 1999…or 1969.
Not much has changed in the universe since the release of The Orb’s Adventures Beyond The Ultraworld.
It’s obvious that Martina’s the one wearing the pants this time around.
Championing the art of oral sex may seem daring but it just ends up sounding downright regressive.
A Ghost Is Born, like R.E.M.’s Automatic for the People, is a refreshingly instrumental work.
Brandy’s got some big shoes to fill on her fourth album, and it’s a challenge she willingly signed up for.
Luckily the album’s sound is as intriguingly stripped down as the Crossfire bits are jacked up.
More Mariah than Whitney, the former Miss Atlanta shows promise as a songwriter.