Chuck Klosterman, Robert Christgau, Rob Sheffield: Rock-Geek Slideshow!
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All that was missing was a fetus preserved in a jar, although there might've been one of those in the bedroom.
Wearing a tight, black leather jacket last night at the Nokia, he resembled a louche Roman oracle.
The surprise guest at last night's Antony and the Johnsons full-orchestra concert at the Apollo? Not a Wainwright, Björk, Lou Reed, or a homeless performance artist.
Prince, forever enshrined, should by all rights transform any setting into a purple, velvet-y boudoir — and he did!
"Buy it or we'll slit your throat," threatened Crooked Fingers front man Eric Bachmann at Webster Hall last night, plugging his band's new album.
The mood at Barack Rock was more relaxed and celebratory than the tenor of the hard-fought campaign would lead anyone to believe!
In lieu of the debate, we caught up with our politics at the Smirnoff Experience New York party, with sets from N.E.R.D. and Nas.
At last night's show at Spiegeltent, Antibalas packed enough of a wallop to silence any dull questions of authenticity.
Mike Stroud and Evan Mast resembled silhouetted guitar gods, as people on the floor gleefully undulated to the music.
Over the course of his 30-song sing-along last night, Willie Nelson proved he's nothing if not generous.
Caleb let loose with a barrage of leonine, pelvic love pumps that sent women (and men) into hormonal fits.
The recently reunited My Bloody Valentine made good on its ear-searing mythology.
Who knows what vitriol might've lurked behind front man Glenn Mercer's black shades, but he seemed to enjoy blazing through his band's back catalogue.
Newman slouched at his Steinway and sang about American hypocrisy with more sharpness and poignancy than the combined works of Thomas Frank and Maureen Dowd.
The band almost blew their wad immediately.
Johnson is a dark-hearted country beardo who sings like he's just been punched in the gut, and Womack still tried to out-sad her opener.
At times the frizzy-haired diva, slouching in a human-maypole frock, sipping white wine, a harlequin collage swirling on the giant screen behind her, seemed to be hosting an after-after-after-party.
One hundred percent pure American mongrel rock, O'Death, like a yard sale, had a little of everything.
tiger woods, health carnage, tiger catches tail, barack obama, congress, senate, joe lieberman, the most important people in the world, ink-stained wretches, david paterson, harry reid, health care, kate hudson, wall street, crime, goldman sachs, jude law, neighborhood news, sienna miller, woods hole, aig, ben nelson, citigroup, courtney love, intel, jerks, mayor bloomberg, new york times, public option, the greatest depression, video, white men with money, a-rod, america's sweetheart, andrew cuomo