The cover is very pink, but don’t let that fool you…
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You should not have to wait a quarter century for one of the best albums of the year.
Aigner presents a sophisticated side of folk that traps you with her voice, but keeps you with her wordplay.
Songs you know by heart performed (often) in a brand new way.
You could win either Venus And Mars OR Wings At The Speed Of Sound On Brand-New Vinyl LP
Now that the long national terror has abated, we can talk candidly.
When making up a list of the most important British Invasion bands, why aren’t The Kinks higher to the top?
For all the cries of Joe Jackson’s “forsaking” pop, 1994’s “Night Music” says otherwise.
The Pineapple Thief return with tenth album, “Magnolia”
A critical look at a critical look at the history of the music video.
After an 11-year hiatus, Enchant return with “The Great Divide”
Engineers invite you to get lost in “Always Returning”
The New Pornographers return with evidence of pop’s past glories in very modern settings.
The only important thing is whether Taylor Swift is okay, I guess.
It’s the 35th Anniversary of Led Zeppelin’s “In Through The Out Door”
You said something bad? You better shut your mouth, or I’ll bust your jaw off…
This time out, the staff sorta slips down the Grohl hole and Don Henley may be a p****.
Petty and company pull a fast one on their new album.
1,000 fans saying “yes” to your project doesn’t mean you should…
No one expects…
As Jude Abbott sweetly sings, “Pissin’ the night away.”
The box office superstar’s star hasn’t been so super lately. Dunphy has tips to polish it up a bit.
The story of a band that’s really a rock band! Honest! We swear! Would we fool you?
Once they made movies from comics. Now comics seem like little more than another merchandising platform. Here are some thoughts on how to change that perception.
“Beloved rock band puts out new album. What happens next will bring tears to your eyes!”
They don’t call them “hits” for nothing. Songs That Kill remembers the tracks that became famous and nearly career-crippling.
A picture’s worth a thousand words — they don’t necessarily say anything though.
Is Paul Stanley’s epitaph: “Loving father and husband; asshole bandmate?”