This three-disc set remembers the Godfather of Soul in his prime, onstage at three 1968 concerts.
This stacked two-disc best-of hearkens back to D'Angelo's chiseled heights as a minimalist R&B master, when we were just putty awash in his gently plucked near-whisper of a croon.
The CD reaches the band’s trademark soaring melodic heights but with clever instrumentation, experimental production, and teamwork.
After delays worthy of a municipal construction project, Tha Carter III is actually here. And it is everything we’d hoped it would be.
The spirit of Sam Phillips’s sublimely resigned new album is summed up in the chorus to the first song: “No explanations / No more explanations.”
Morose, accusatory, and nostalgic, II Trill is a heavy slab of Bun B’s psyche on wax.
But he's not Justin Timberlake, that onetime pop nerd turned smooth operator, either.
In the two days since NIN surprised us with yet another album—this one free to download, and with singing!—we’ve reconnected with Trent Reznor, dirty pop-song writer.
From the lighter-than-air choral flourishes garnishing the album’s intro to the sped-up soul strings driving the closing track, The Formula soars.
Reich’s tribute to Daniel Pearl ranks among the composer’s most brooding and discordant work.
Integrity’s not something we’d wish on any band, but the Breeders wear it exceedingly well...
This veteran Brooklyn band, together for twenty years, have only just released their first studio album.
We love the quieter second half for capturing Adam Duritz’s sweetly escapist view of New York.
Zooey Deschanel's voice — a versatile croon big enough for the back rows — bends and turns to Ward’s shifting guitar blues in a blend of honky-tonk, lounge act, and fifties girl group.
Here’s a throwback to simpler times, when kids’ music sounded like kids’ music.
“Cold Sun” is as stunning as anything Stephen Malkmus has ever written, and the title track pulls off the rare feat of being catchy and ten minutes long.
Here’s a rare indie compilation perfect for geeks and novices alike: a two-disc collection of otherwise unavailable tracks from bigger-name bands as well as unknowns.
Janet Jackson hit the big 4-0 last year, but the lighter-than-air sex jams on her tenth studio album are still blush-inducing — which is not to say embarrassing.
You may think of Simple Plan as yelpy pop rock, but these guys are scarily good at embodying whatever kind of sound they like.
The best rap group grinding is back, and Pusha T and Malice are as cool-going-on-cold as ever delivering their impeccably crisp punch lines.
Recorded in just five days, with only one original track, and based on a concept hatched by Barry Manilow, this Nashville refugee’s latest sounds like a stopgap at best — until you actually listen to it.
In his penetrating book Gang Leader for a Day, the Columbia prof recounts his time infiltrating and, yes, overseeing, for one day, Chicago's gangbangers.
When Jay-Z told us “you ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O,” we shrugged; if the scrappy Montreal D.J. Ghislain Poirier were to make the same boast, we’d nod vigorously in agreement.
Before reinventing himself as a melancholy Scientologist, Beck Hansen proudly rap-sung about rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills, passing the dutchie from coast to coast, and doing the hot-dog dance.
Stephen Merritt is almost a music academic: cold, detached, mathematical, studying pop form in order to bend it to his will.