The songs rarely cohere into anything greater than the sum of their individual parts.
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.
Werner’s debut, Departure, draws on a multitude of influences that range from Zepplin to Kate Bush.
The album takes the listener on a dance-pop, electro-soul, and new wave-infused musical journey.
Teitur’s solo debut, Poetry & Aeroplanes, plays like a sonic postcard from a nomadic artist.
“Vital Pop” is a list of 50 essential pop albums. Defining the word “pop” was a task in and of itself.
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.