The album sees the singer-songwriter moving in a different direction.
The Disconnection is the kind of striking rock document that only comes once in a great while.
The album is a horny medley of ’80s dance influences and libidinous come-hither sentiments that would make Prince proud.
Quaye hits his best stride on reggae/dub gems like “Pearls of Wisdom” and “Face to Face,” where he sounds more like Horace Andy than Ben Harper.
America’s Sweetheart is practically unlistenable, but that’s not to say it isn’t a fascinating mess.
Dizzee Rascal’s intuitive production sensibilities make Boy in da Corner an indispensable touchtone.
In many ways, Katy Rose is what Avril Lavigne should be but isn’t: brash but intelligent, irreverent but unexpectedly worldly.
A casualty of the late-’90s label mergers, Williams should have enjoyed a prosperous adult-pop vocal career a la Barbra Streisand.
Air’s music never fails to—put simply—evoke.
For all intents and purposes, DiFranco’s 14th effort, Educated Guess, is a break-up album.
Automatically their appropriation of all that we hold dear about ’80s rock gives them a better shot at the suburbs than the flouncy ditties of the aforementioned bands.
It’s basically a rule that any album nominated for Album of the Year will most certainly win in its respective genre-specific category.
The role of Phantom Planet drummer will now be played by Jeff Conrad, with The Flaming Lips producer Dave Fridmann presiding.
Who better to make an album about fortune and hardship than David Bowie?
This remix album proves that the quieter moments are often McLachlan’s best.
Ashanti’s Christmas isn’t what you’d expect from multi-platinum-selling royalty.
It’s debatable whether Starsailor contributes anything new to the genre of symphonic Brit-pop to which they so earnestly belong.
This year, the music biz continued to wage war against P2P file-sharing by suing its own customers.
Soulful is a painfully predictable mix of traditional R&B glop and comparatively forced contemporary hip-hop.
On the album, Prince pushes the question of mortality straight into an apocalyptic realm.
We have done our best to keep the culinary metaphors to a minimum