Bruno Mars’s album is a tidy, if derivative, antidote to today’s overthought, overwrought pop.
Every time we think we’re finally settling into a pattern for Record of the Year, Grammy reverses course.
The movie has less actual nutritional value than 10 bowls of crushed Froot Loops dust.
NARAS’s manifesto says the Academy will choose Record of the Year based on artistry alone, “without regard to sales or chart position.”
Patterns, history, tradition. These are often the only tools that showbiz awards prognosticators have at their disposal.
Starting tomorrow, we’ll predict the winners in all four General Field categories of the 56th Annual Grammy Awards.
There isn’t anything remotely unorthodox about Bruno Mars’s Unorthodox Jukebox.
J. Cole is the only one nominated for best new artist that we can’t see winning.
Doo-Wops & Hooligans kicks up no fuss, and shortchanges on its promise of both doo-wop and hooliganism.