The track is a bustling pop-rock song bolstered by a clangy guitar riff and searing synth line.
The album sounds just as groundbreaking today as it did eight years ago.
Maxinquaye takes the glistening electronic soul of Blue Lines and smothers it in far-grittier textures.
More than just spatial white noise, Music for Airports is the sonic equivalent of visual art.
Happy cycling—depending on your drug of choice.
The album is a testament to the singer-songwriter’s enduring strength and mission.
The album belongs up there with Play, as rules get broken and re-written and boundaries are forever discarded.
Jeff Buckley’s first posthumous release is a sad reminder of the singer’s talent and unrealized potential.
It was anyone’s guess as to how Gwen Stefani and the gang would fare amid teen-poppers like ‘NSync and Britney Spears.
Essence is a concept album that traces the biological and spiritual steps of a life span.
Fiona’s pissed and it’s captivating, but it also demonstrates the limits of the singer’s self-loathing.
While it might be free of meaning (and irony), it’s chock-full of pretense.
Stankonia continues André 3000 and Big Boi’s progressive blend of hip-hop, funk, rock, and soul.
The Foo Fighters have effectively transcended the myth of Nirvana.
Hooverphonic steers away from the ethereal, lush sounds of their previous work, opting instead for a more mainstream pop/rock style.
The first member of Destiny’s Child to release her own mainstream pop album, Rowland enters solo with a hit already in hand.
With his fifth album, the Manchester-born singer-songwriter delivers more of his new millennium folk.
If the Flaming Lips are obnoxious, their fans are even more so.
Faces Down is the captivating major label debut from Norway’s Sondre Lerche (pronounced SON-DREY LAIR-KAY).
Slant thinks it’s time the rest of the world got to know this 19-year old talent as he sits on the verge of conquering America.
Hewitt teams up with former bitch Meredith Brooks for a collection of jangly girl-pop a la Natalie Imbruglia or Jewel.