Australia’s psych-rock jesters fend off ecological doom with cosmic fury.
In an attempt to make a less introspective album, the singer revealed more of herself than ever.
Not bad for a band that doesn’t even exist.
Mel meets the challenge of distinguishing herself from the Spice Girls.
Born of the Napster era, Björk’s Vespertine might just be the first commercial D.I.Y. electronic album.
Usher’s confessed influences resound clearly on the album.
Imagine post-Indian-excursion Beatles miraculously transported into a high-tech 21st-century recording studio.
If you’re lucky enough to earn a few bucks off of this, start saving up for that PhD.
The hunger that Madonna creates in the public is often more palpable than the art in her pop.
Celebrity’s slower numbers recall the banalities of that other boy band.
After months of hype, two-step’s leading man, Craig David, has hit our shores with Born to Do It.
Aaliyah learned how to align herself with A-list producers without losing her individuality.
The album is a promising start for a talented young newcomer, mixing obvious influences with classical training and simple yet distinct approach.
It takes us on a vivid journey from abandonment and desperation, through rebirth and renewed hope.
CKY’s sound is not revolutionary, but the band certainly works hard for their individuality.
The strongest force holding back Prime STH from being a rock band is its slick production.
The album mixes the soul of Sly Stone and the funk of James Brown with the pop sensibilities of Prince and the grace of Lena Horne.
The folk singer’s musical development goes hand-in-hand with personal discovery.
First impressions can be deceiving.
The way the album touches the skin is more paperback than hardcover and singer Jim Adkins’s voice is more seductive and confident than before.
Attempting to recreate the brilliance of their past collaborative effort, Daou comes across as foolish and perhaps a bit overzealous.