A sense of seasoned and controlled expression of sorrow and disillusionment permeates the entire 37-minute record.
Now, on her sophomore album “Hold the Girl,” Sawayama invites listeners to unpack their emotional baggage and leave it all on the dance floor.
The world woke Sept. 5 to massive billboards featuring a man stripped down to only his boxers and sunglasses while holding a cocktail. The man? Scottish singer-songwriter Lewis Capaldi. The reason for this scandalous display? Promoting his new single “Forget Me.”
The new release marks not only JID’s most mature body of work to date but one of rap’s best releases this year.
Taylor Swift has quite a lot going on at the moment.
Gov Ball returns to New York City this weekend, showcasing over 60 artists across three stages and a multitude of genres.
Perhaps I’m being harsh, but this album is mediocre on various levels.
Finally, after a five-year gap since his last album, Lamar has released a new album, entitled “Mr. Morale and the Big Steppers.”
Telling a story of longing and loss, alternative indie singer-songwriter Lizzy McAlpine divulges her experience of heartbreak and falling out of love in her second studio album, “five seconds flat,” released April 8.
It has been a long three-year wait since Denzel Curry’s last solo album, but it seems that the wait was worth it.
BENEE, Orion Sun and Dora Jar set their own tempo and lead a new generation of passionate creatives.
Instead of filling out a March Madness bracket, I decided to rank some famous NBA players' recent music drops.
Rather than a shining star, fun. would prove to be a shooting star, come and gone in the blink of an eye.
It doesn’t take much to realize that Saba is a special artist.
Named after the alluring, poisonous mountain shrubs native to the eastern United States, “Laurel Hell” peels back the layers of Mitski’s glossy new fame and strips away the various personas she donned in her 2018 album “Be the Cowboy.”
Eels is hard to define.
One day, I was curious about the last non-posthumous album Michael Jackson ever released. That’s when I stumbled across his 2001 album, “Invincible.”
Earl Sweatshirt is in a new prime with “SICK!” and I can’t wait to see what he does next.
In the modern music landscape, there seems to be one constant: an influx of ever-growing “deluxe” albums that have little reason to exist.
After so much pomp and circumstance surrounding the longer “All Too Well,” you would think that there’s no way it could live up to its hype. You’d be wrong, though — the new version blows the shorter, more primitive “All Too Well” out of the water. How does a song twice the length manage to do that?
