San Fermin's debut, eponymous album is a self-aware "pastiche post-rock, chamber-pop and contemporary classical composition." It comes out today.
She's not the first to coax diehards into buying multiple copies of the same song. The practice is standard in Japan, for reasons that increasingly apply in U.S. pop music.
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A triskaidekaphobe's anthem by Thelonious Monk
The band's Google-helmed interactive project critiques technology's seductive pull by telling viewers to "break free" from their devices—even as it asks them to plug in.
Shiny happy heavy metal people: There’s something cleansing about engaging with emotions we might not usually let ourselves feel.
New "song of the summer" explores ancient Norwegian mystery.
Equating clueless VMAs twerking with virtuoso blues singing doesn't cheapen the word "racism"—it shows we need to use it more.
The Morgan Spurlock-directed documentary One Direction: This Is Us skirts the sexism often plaguing conversations about the act's global following.
Well, in fact, yes. But Janis's talent distracted from her minstrelsy.
From M.I.A. to N.I.N., 2013 wraps up with some big names.
Today's R&B stars borrow liberally from their predecessors, but Sly Stone's production quirks and messy rhythms have rarely been duplicated.
Last night wasn't all about shock value—there was commentary, too.
When the song arrived 45 years ago, it offered a hopeful message during a summer of national despair.
Even Miley Cyrus's twerking felt part of a paean to pop's one-percenters.
Mayer's sixth studio album Paradise Valley is out today. It's good, and separable from the artist.
Mother Monster subverts her image in nearly the same way Yankovic did two years ago.
The documentary 20 Feet From Stardom showcases an oft-ignored part of the music industry while still minimizing issues of race and gender.
In 1994, The Atlantic published a tribute to Presley and his version of "Don't Be Cruel," which combined the styles of his influences with his enthusiastic personality.
Young, mostly white, and convinced of their superior taste, this breed of fan could be a sign of jazz's decline or a force for its renewal.