The track is a bustling pop-rock song bolstered by a clangy guitar riff and searing synth line.
Spin with caution.
Just when we thought we knew who Jill Scott was, she deepens her definition.
With Exciter, Depeche Mode creates a startlingly minimalist backdrop for obsessive love.
The disc runs the gamut of social consciousness, from inner-city school system politics to child molestation.
Timbaland is in peak form as usual on what is rumored to be his last solo release.
The album is less a sanction for sobriety than it is a struggle to comprehend the path that leads there.
The collection’s only flaw is the omission of tracks representing the band’s pre-fame days.
Destiny’s Child is the latest R&B act to offer up a Christmas album tweaked for today’s urban fanbase.
DiFranco’s musical progression has always made sense, and each album seems to be a stepping stone to the next.
My gay dad is gonna love this.
This Way trades in the pulpit for more organic fare tailormade for the everygirl.
No new songs. No controversial videos. No remixes. GHV2 is a long way from Madonna’s previous greatest hits compilations.
The album draws on the soul music that influenced Merchant to acknowledge her teachers.
Unfortunately, Kravitz’s simplicity occasionally presents itself as a glaring flaw.
Britney Spears is a professional tease.
With song titles like “Unbreakable” and “Invincible,” Michael Jackson may as well have embraced his critics and called his newest album Monster.
All hail the new kings of rock.
Much like a childhood goodie bag, They Might Be Giants supply all of the fun and frivolity of Tootsie Rolls, noisemakers, and useless plastic doo-dads.
Mr. Gwen Stefani and his crew certainly know how to milk their 15 minutes.
More classic-sounding tunes like the jazzy “Snowflakes of Love,” based on an instrumental composed by Issac Hayes, lift the collection’s spirit.