Having once declined to throw up the “W” at a Wu-Tang concert, I found myself incapable of denying Ian MacKaye when he demanded a sing-along.

As the name suggests, Mirror, Mirror is a prog-rock-fueled indie-pop record focused on self-reflection.

You know those cheesy horror movies from the ’80s that show up on cable when it’s late at night, you can’t sleep, and infomercials are screaming at you but there’s nothing else

Boots Riley takes too long between records. Granted, he’s not on the Sade/Anita Baker eight-year plan, but when your music is as vital and important as his, we need regular updates.

Trying to describe Lux is as circular as the music contained therein.

Focusing equally on vocal harmony and distorted guitar/bass riffage, Feral is an accurate descriptor for a band as liable to charm as they are to attack.

Dr. Dre’s latest signing is the latest beneficiary of the Jimmy Iovine hype machine.

Defying expectations is risky, but even more difficult for experimental musicians playing pop.

Multi-instrumentalist Anat Cohen (saxophones, clarinets) continues to develop her own voice, with nods to swing and modern jazz.

The Sandpaper Dolls have found their niche in haunting harmonies. That doesn’t mean they’re leaving behind the fundamentals they learned in previous bands.