We weren’t sure if Madonna could surprise us anymore. Until she did.
Pop culture’s pendulum trajectory swings between outrage and fatigue, but there are still things to celebrate.
Listen to a playlist of the best singles of the year on YouTube and Spotify.
Finding the gems with freshness and vitality is as much a burrower’s game as ever these days.
The Wu-Tang Clan struggles to present a unified front on what’s purportedly the clan’s last official album.
Although the 13 songs on Classics were written between 1930 and 1974, very few of them are old-fashioned time warps.
Madonna is probably really pissed right now.
The London Sessions announces itself in its very title as a jaunt outside of Blige’s comfort zone.
David Guetta’s Listen only serves to kick more dirt on EDM’s grave.
It has a better shot at reigniting Stefani’s solo career than its rather bland predecessor did.
Alpha Mike Foxtrot presents a comprehensive survey of Wilco’s long, strange evolution.
The album is a painful reminder of One Direction’s status as a manufactured, focus-grouped pop entity.
Seeds stands on its own as a collection of lively, well-curated music, one that remains routinely effective despite its basic approach.
Welcome to the American Express Unstaged Taylor Swift Blank Space Experience.
The animated clip for Minaj’s lyric video immediately caused a firestorm of controversy.
Unfocused and sporadically brilliant, ranging between irritating moments of woolgathering oddness and ripe, sharply delivered wordplay.
The Hum is an exploration of motorik momentum, droning guitar distortion, and loud-quiet dynamics.
My Favourite Faded Fantasy is Damien Rice’s most sonically cohesive album to date.
The Inevitable End excels when it splits the difference between brooding angst and wistful schmaltz.
Whitney Houston Live: Her Greatest Performances has only the most superficial comprehension of the artist’s legacy.
The song is befitting an epic blockbuster franchise like The Hunger Games.