Vaguely feverish notes on a few days of Ronnie Spector, Fagen-esque forgettable lyrics, the reunited Unicorns, and pastries unclassifiable in French or any other tongue.
Notes on an evening of charming Canadian earnestness punctuated by at least one moment of indisputable triumph.
Butts, contrary to what the tastemakers at The New York Times might have you believe, have always been pretty popular. What’s unique about this particular vogue is that, for once, it’s women-driven.
“Blurred Lines” may sound like “Got To Give It Up,” but the true connection between the two singers is revealed in the pages of Thicke’s strange and sad deposition: a tendency toward self-pity.
An email exchange with the singer, composer, and multi-instrumentalist about his new album, song sequencing, dysphoria, and moving to Montreal.
Ariana Grande’s “Break Your Heart Right Back” is the latest song to sample the Diana Ross hit, though in more vicious fashion than usual.
Notes on what will eventually be a book-length prose poem about the ten-year anniversary of Arcade Fire’s Funeral LP
The band’s new album is sincerely synthetic, every other instrument kept on its toes by keyboards in pursuit. It’s also the liveliest they’ve sounded in a decade.
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