You are invited to Walk the Moon’s biggest 80s-themed dance party ever,
No surprise that Of Monsters and Men are from Iceland. Only a band from that weird continent called Europe could come up with something this quirky.
Phillip Phillips’s follow-up effort suggests that he is, at the very least, moving forward in the right direction.
Hey, it’s that album with Home and… well, a couple of songs that aren’t Home.
Some of the songs here are so infectious and catchy, it’s embarrassing.
What does it say when the best song is one where she makes herself sound like she’s drowning?
Definitely an upgrade over the previous effort, but not quite there yet,
Two guys with a laid back bluesy-jazzy sound to make my day.
They sound so much like The Cure, it’s quite charming in a way.
They sound like typical rock bands did 20 years ago. Hmm.
High-pitched squealing of her teenage journal entries. Ugh.
Selling out is never this gorgeous on the ears. It’s one for the era!
Make way for the new punk princess! Oh, wait.
Rupert Giles just upped his sexy cool factor by a zillion points.
Should a guy this whiny be allowed loose in the rock genre?
Even the Boss can’t resist cashing in on the Sept 11 tragedy. Sigh.
Suzanne Vega is back, and she sounds like she’s never gone. Unchanged, in other words.
You need coffee, alright, because the music won’t keep you awake.
It looks like they are aging pretty gracefully.
PJ Harvey is back with more well-done sounds that remind folks of the ladies that rocked before her.