The album doesn’t see the rapper experimenting with his skull-rattling sound very much.
The video for Rihanna’s “Pour It Up” is a display of hip-hop clichés.
Thorburn talked to us about movies, ski masks, branching out into new art forms, and the wise words of Dr. Cornel West.
The video for “Work Bitch” finds Britney Spears flanked by eight female backup dancers in knee-high patent leather boots and black one-pieces.
Move in Spectrums is Au Revoir Simone at their most deceptively simple and musically ambitious.
The latest release from Katy Perry’s Prism, is a surprising and effective throwback to early-’90s house.
Pure Heroine is an almost raw set of vignettes mostly powered by Lorde’s modest, affectation-free performances.
Ultimately, The 20/20 Experience – 2 of 2 doesn’t so much eclipse its predecessor as it settles into the format more believably.
The Killers new single was produced by M83’s Anthony Gonzalez.
Oh Land’s Wishbone has style to spare, but achieves little else that’s memorable.
House Playlist: Charli XCX, Sky Ferreira, Anna Calvi, & Martina Topley-Bird featuring Mark Lanegan
Charli XCX’s debut, True Romance, only dropped five months ago, but she’s already prepping her follow-up.
Joanna Gruesome’s Weird Sister is fuzzy, furious, and swaggers like a ballerina in combat boots.
The film is beautifully shot, art-directed, and costumed, with shades of “Vogue,” “Die Another Day,” and more evident throughout.
The album’s handful of capable melodies never quite balances out its bizarre impulses or the utter lack of thematic unity.
While most of the concerns expressed in This Is… seem wafer-thin, the innovative production and diamond-hard songcraft suggest something else entirely.
Nothing Was the Same further establishes a persona driven by Drake’s still-developing conflict between assurance and hesitation.
Kings of Leon manages to muster enough rigor and discipline to keep Mechanical Bull kicking.
Here’s hoping the rest of the album’s got some hidden punches.
Closer to the Truth not only perpetuates Cher’s exhausted formula, it fails to reinvent it.
Self Made, Vol. 3 never defies the training camp aesthetic that defines these kinds of collaborations.
The mechanical churn of commerce rings loudly on each and every track of Avicii’s True.