Little is known about the life and music of the British singer/songwriter Nick Drake. He recorded three hauntingly beautiful albums and died of an overdose - a presumed suicide - in 1974, just short of his 27th birthday.
A caffeinated, dancey, post-punk explosion bundled into twelve tracks and running well under an hour in length, the Dismemberment Plan's 1999 release, Emergency & I, skyrocketed the band to indie fame.
Jay-Z is back (again) - only this time with a story to tell. He's described his latest album, American Gangster, as a "concept album," inspired by the Ridley Scott film of the same name; each track references a specific scene of the film.
The first thing Charles "Black Francis" Thompson sings about on Doolittle is "slicing up eyeballs." Having previously fed myself a strict diet of lighthearted, whimsical, gloriously wussy indie pop, I was a little shocked.
God bless Neil Young. At 62, he's as earnest as ever - supremely confident in his well-worn niche. In 2007, it takes some kind of self-assurance to sing, without a hint of irony: "I'm just a passenger / On this old freight train."
For the last 40 years, Young has alternated with almost stunning regularity between country-inflected acoustic ballads and gritty electric numbers.
With bombs falling in Iraq, tensions rising with Iran and Russia and the stock market at its shakiest in years, what would be a better album to bring back than Rage Against the Machine's controversial, self-titled debut album?
Robert Walter is reluctant to call himself a jazz musician. As a solo artist and member of the soul-jazz act Greyboy Allstars, the organist/keyboardist/pianist pits himself as on the cutting edge of the scene, fusing traditional jazz with funk, rock, and dance.