Twenty-five years after its release, Alice in Chains’ MTV Unplugged is an essential grunge album and a career-high point for the band.
Director Jamila Wignot adds to the cultural archive with Ailey, her documentary about innovative dance choreographer Alvin Ailey, a man ahead of his time.
As the frontwoman of Boston’s Coral Moons, Carly Kraft fires an opening salvo on the indie-rock quartet’s LP debut with “I Feel Alive”, a rock-hard statement for the pandemic era.
Forty years later, Debbie Harry’s blend of Blondie and Chic remains a flawed but beguiling experiment that paved the way for Let’s Dance and Like a Virgin.
Sultry, hypnotic, and quietly ruthless, Jacques Deray’s La Piscine is a slow-burner rife with impossible beauty and turbulent emotion.
Adam of Adam and the Ant’s original costume is in the Victoria and Albert Museum but you can get Ant-style highwayman and pirate costumes online if you want.
For a Geto Boys biography so concerned with Bushwick Bill’s status as a short person, Hughes’ book sure skirts the issue of embodiment.
Modest Mouse’s Isaac Brock is a blue-collar poet in the best American tradition, and The Lonesome Crowded West is his opus. Our track-by-track analysis of the classic indie rock album shows its brilliance.