Rock
For all his verbal ingenuity, rousing chord progressions, and cynical smartass wit, Elvis Costello’s always tucked a raw, beating heart beneath his jaunty shades and devil-may-care grin.
Once Twice Melody goes about refining rather than changing Beach House’s vision of dream pop.
In Lowell, America played to a packed, enthusiastic, Centrum Silver-popping crowd who sang along with the band’s impressively deep roster of hits.
Where Roadrunner goes from here remains to be seen, but Billy Strings did his part to open the room with a bang of a blessing.
Forty years down the line, looking both backward and forward with its latest formation, Gang of Four still knew how to live a bit dangerously.
Frank Zappa didn’t like being interviewed, but he sure enjoyed having a chat.
Regardless of what’s to come, Ants From Up There represents a dizzying creative apex for Black Country, New Road.
It has been a long time since I last felt this passionately about a new artist as I do about The Beths.
David Bowie’s Toy is a solid, enjoyable, and buoyant effort from an artist who never failed to stay interesting and vital well into his later years.
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