Dan Bejar’s beautifully macabre, ornate orchestra of a band drops a tasty and cross-cultural treat, and Clarkson's sixth is a Christmas gift to the Yuletide pop standards canon.
The Barcelona DJ and producer’s newest since blowing minds with Fin doesn’t disappoint—sprawling, blissed-out house compositions for the night.
The veteran angry hip-hop superstar’s back with a vengeance and a handful of fiery polemics, a few too many gay slurs and a great staff of producers.
LJ focuses on what they know; Allison Crutchfield and Kyle Gilbride are a brilliant pair with a great band, and Ferreira's debut is an awesomely mixed bag of honest girlpop.
Well, I did it. I watched, eagerly, a live musical on NBC last night. Supposedly—and it’s really hard to believe—they put on live, three-hour staging of “The Sound of Music,” and they made Carrie Underwood Maria Rainer and Stephen Moyer (Vampire Bill) Captain Von Trapp. At first, I was intrigued, because—the hell is this? A prime-time [...]