Though I was only five at the time of its 1996 release, my awkward adolescence was in full bloom by the time I discovered Belle and Sebastian’s If You’re Feeling Sinister in high school.
Rihanna’s fifth album, Loud, celebrates sex, love, and having a good time — a stark contrast with the anger emanating from her previous album, Rated R.
While we generally feel pretty good about our music choices, we often seek the opinions of our musically–inclined co–editors and friends to round out our iTunes libraries.
When “Fuck You” hit YouTube this August, it took the music world by storm. Now, with the long–awaited release of his third solo LP, The Lady Killer, Cee–Lo Green returns to the spotlight with a fresh batch of neo–soul goodies.
In the past two years, I have taken no fewer than three road trips through the South. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the greatest part of the country: fantastic food (Paula Deen is from Savannah), warm climate and, of course, OutKast.
Given that her last single was a moody contribution to the Twilight soundtrack, Lykke Li’s latest — the aptly titled “Get Some” — is nothing if not a breath of fresh air.
If you’re at all nostalgic for Oracular Spectacular, MGMT’s crazy electro–funk debut album, then you’ve received an awesome, neon–wrapped gift in the form of Bear Hands.
On the cover of Avey Tare’s first solo effort is a crocodile skull, rippling with sharp green details that vaguely resemble a sort of digital swamp grass.
Willow Smith, progeny of Will and Jada Pinkett, has arrived on the music scene faster than we can say “heart–shaped weave.” The neon–hued video for her single “Whip My Hair” has been making the requisite rounds on the blogosphere, dividing music fans along the way.
In Die Antwoord, a South African rap group, pixie–voiced Yo–Landi Vi$$er sings like a perverse fairy while her co–conspirator Ninja curses like a pirate.
Even if they vehemently deny it, the oft–costumed, mascara–wearing lads of My Chemical Romance have become the essence of all things “emo.” Their 2006 mega–hit concept album, The Black Parade, gave voice to a disgruntled sect of disaffected teenage suburbanites.
Release your inner awkward teen in First Unitarian Church’s basement.
There’s nothing like the basement of First Unitarian Church to send you back to the days of awkward school dances.