Monday, October 22 2001
DMX was hip-hop’s newest miscreant in 1998, snarling into an arena that has since lent itself to bling-bling blathering and bad hooks. He was a
Contrary to what the title of his latest release would lead listeners to believe, Harry Connick Jr. is actually 34 years old. Denoting the artist’s
Synths. I love ‘em, as any six months worth of my reviews should prove, especially under the fingers of an Alan Wilder, a Joe Jackson—
The record company hyperbole enthusiastically heralds The Cranberries’ fifth album, Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, as a return to the phenomenally successful Irish band’
Cuban music has become rather omnipresent these days, and it’s tempting to write off any norteamericano who travels down there and starts messing around.
Though Anita Baker first emerged as lead vocalist of Chapter 8 in 1979 and her debut solo recording The Songstress was released in 1983, it was not until 1986
Thistupidream is an album teetering on perfection. Its ten tracks threaten to transform themselves into a musical epic at nearly every turn thanks to the
Golden State, the new release from alternative-rock mainstay Bush, is finally here, but is it any good? Bush continues on the road that began with
The Beanweevils is without a doubt the most repugnant release of the year. Period. I hasten to even write a full-length review for this group
Don Byron is the most ambitious jazz artist in the United States of America. He wants it all, and he wants it bad. In 10 years,
Now that we’re here at Volume II of the Appleseed Cast’s epic project Low Level Owl, let’s take a few minutes to
“The vision was anti-industrial, anti-mechanical. It was mystical, just out of reach: a private self-revelation. It was the myth of the South, recast for a
Sunday, October 21 2001
Gospel has been part of dance music for a long time of course, though never so explicitly as in this current manifestation.
Two years ago The Dismemberment Plan were independent rock’s Next Big Thing. After being dropped by Interscope, they released Emergency and I on DeSoto—
We were all on the edge of our seats back in the day, when Richard James' tunes were an explosive mixture of ray guns, mouth harps, and ping-pong balls. On 'Drukqs' he just opens up his box and draws out the same dusty old props.
Friday, October 19 2001
Party Politics: Musical Culture is Safe With DJ Shadow, Cut Chemist and Friends Though the thorough body search at the entrance to Hollywood’s Knitting
Thursday, October 18 2001
Low, Obscured by Crowds In the wake of recent events here in New York City—and elsewhere, it goes without saying—the idea of an
William H. Macy plays Larry like a length of coaxial cable in a bowtie and a cardigan.
Wednesday, October 17 2001
The Breeders Give Birth to a Good Time“Hey, nothing’s in my heartI’d rather be cool than be smartHey, what I’m thinking
Basement Jaxx have surely obtained a convert. I’ve never been a fan of electronica, but after the Basement Jaxx show, I have been struck