From “the worst fucking song” Frank Sinatra ever heard to the upsetting eroticism of Rob Thomas, a comprehensive cataloging of all 55 award-winners since 1959.
All (well, some of) the books, music, films and TV shows Hazlitt’s staff found and enjoyed this year.
On the insufficiency of numbers, black metal turned aggressively queer and danceable, and finding that certain brand of black cherry lipstick.
In e-mail conversation with the UK music critic about “We Are the World,” “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” and other “classics” of the genre.
There’s no sure escape from the compressed life of a boy band.
T magazine “condensed and edited” its interview earlier this week with Willow and Jaden Smith. Here, exclusively, is what didn’t make the cut.
Banks’ long-delayed debut album arrived with a shrug, but this is less evidence of an artist failing to live up to her potential than of the still-crushing vagaries of the record industry.
Oh, like you’ve never cancelled an album because of a bad ecstasy trip.
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