We ranked the Queen of Pop’s discography, from her self-titled debut to Confessions II.
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.
System of a Down rises to the top of the shallow nü-metal talent pool, and with some smart lyrics, gets out and dries off.
Forever proves that the TKA comeback could be more than just a trip down memory lane.
Like many of his fellow gangsta rappers, there’s a giddy pop star bubbling just beneath Ja Rule’s coarse exterior.
It’s often baffling when artists who have only had a minimal number of hit singles choose to release Greatest Hits collections.
The singer hesitantly approached her microphone like a hungry predator or lover and discretely toiled over each syllable.
Dolores O’Riordan and company fall a bit short of the emotive and atmospheric heights of 1994’s No Need to Argue
The album adds ’70s soul to the rapper’s predictable mix of self-declaration and catty peer-dissing.
Consider Vega, recently separated from her husband, producer Mitchell Froom, a reborn folkie.
Tenacious D is meta-music, perpetually self-conscious and self-referential.
This remarkable effort signifies Mayer as the genuine article.
Garbage’s Beautiful Garbage will be shrouded in the bias of its predecessors.
We all knew that Journey’s Steve Perry-less reunion was never going to spark the big comeback of piano-driven pop/rock.
Though not as innovative as her debut, the album stands as one of the most definitive pop artifacts from the indulgent Reagan Era.
Tracks like the edgy, punk-infused “Burning Up” incorporated electric guitars along with the most state-of-the-art synthesizers of the time.
This is a cover album that covers about as much of Amos’s split-psyche as it does her diverse musical influences.
Last night, the Irving Plaza floor both brewed with anticipation and stewed with “what-if-they-don’t-play-any-old-stuff?” anxiety.