Music

After a three year absence, Prince Paul has returned to prove once again that it's possible to make an intelligent and addictive rap album.
April 24, 2003 at 12:00 am

It is a Friday afternoon. Outside someone is puking and being hauled away by paramedics because they drank too much jungle juice.
April 17, 2003 at 12:00 am

Charlie Hunter is a musician who has the capacity to blow your mind every time you hear him. The man invented the eight-string guitar -- 3 bass strings, 5 guitar strings, 2 pickups -- which means that he plays bass and guitar simultaneously.
April 17, 2003 at 12:00 am

Last year the Austin, Texas, quartet ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead released Source Tags & Codes to great acclaim.
April 17, 2003 at 12:00 am

The White Stripes weren't kidding around when they titled their latest album. Elephant hits like a stampede of blues-injected garage rock, ready to rip and wrangle at the same time.
April 17, 2003 at 12:00 am

I have a confession to make. I have a horrible secret, one that may ruin any bits of a social life I have here at Penn, one that I did my best to keep secret, a part of my life I thought closed when I left all those who knew me as a child.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Chan, you disappoint. Excited by the prospect of witnessing the spectacle that is the usual Cat Power show/emotional breakdown, in the end all we were treated to was the standard live version of your CD concert.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

This year's Fling is going to be a battle. Just like those battles in which Eminem competes in 8-Mile. It's going to be power pop meets hip hop, the Ghetto v.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Just as Phantom Planet might forever be known as "that band with the guy from Rushmore in it," Boomkat could see the same fate.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Edwin McCain has not stagnated since his fifteen minutes of pop fame, rolling out twelve reflective songs with a country twang.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Like its chemical namesake, the numbing and euphoric music of Morphine makes pain bearable, even pleasurable.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

The Berkeley, California-based quartet AFI crashes back onto the hardcore/punk scene with their Dreamworks debut Sing the Sorrow. AFI, which stands for A Fire Inside, imbued a goth-influenced murkiness into their trademark maelstrom and put a new spin on their melodic version of hardcore.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Slotted to open the Fling concert, OK Go will be the band playing in the background as overambitious freshman pass out on Franklin Field.
April 10, 2003 at 12:00 am

Somebody needs to get Vic Chesnutt some Prozac. An accident while driving drunk as a teenager left him a paraplegic, and the pain and agony of his life infects every track on Silver Lake. The music and lyrics are downbeat, and if his voice were not so annoying, the CD could easily put anyone to sleep.
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

Get ready to embark on an introspective exploration of the musical roots from which Ben Harper has developed in his fifth studio album, Diamonds on the Inside. Backed by his band, the Innocent Criminals, Harper courageously experiments with a wide range of sounds, including reggae, Delta Blues, funk, gospel, hard rock and world music.
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

What ever happened to the days when a DJ actually moved crowds with his or her dexterity at the scratching and mixing of records?
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

The ambiguities that pervade our fair language consistently astound me. My most recent rendezvous with wooly English occurred during a stroll through the music department of the Bookstore.
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

Truly excruciating from beginning to end, Crooked Fingers's third full-length album falls embarrassingly short of endurable.
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

The Kills are another boy-girl indie band that conjures up memories of the White Stripes, but where their contemporaries failed, The Kills succeed.
April 3, 2003 at 12:00 am

In 1996, High/Low spawned the New York trio's lone hit, "Popular." Quite removed from their comparably glitzy mainstream debut, Nada Surf's minimalist indie-rock sensibilities set the tone for their third album Let Go. Switching record labels, the band relinquished the pretense of snaring mainstream acceptability, instead crafting thoughtful, personal delves into melancholic bliss. The sweet hum of the bass fused with the twinkling guitars nearly lulls the listener into a serene sublime state.
March 27, 2003 at 12:00 am