It's the rare screw-the-public album the public, after some head-scratching, decides to like.
Kanye West's son-of-god shtick is less brand-new blasphemy than it is hip-hop tradition.
Fashion allowed the musician portrayed in Behind the Candelabra to remain closeted but embrace his identity—and help soften public aversion to homosexuality.
The band's basically my Public Enemy of the moment.
The duo's latest gorgeously pays tribute to the sound of the past, but not its spirit.
"The Next Day" video: another example of why pop culture needs to cut it out with the salacious-priests trope.
A Donald Glover track sans Donald Glover, plus Ghostface
Can one of today's greatest musicians top his greatest album yet?
Mountain Dew drops Lil Wayne; Reebok cuts Rick Ross. Turns out, words have a price.
Wulf Müller and Chuck Mitchell respond to questions raised about black musicians' role at the legendary, recently revamped, "race records" label.
Even if their new album is a throwaway, over the past four decades no one has fused rock's ironic swagger with metal's sludgy nihilism the way the Melvins have.
The late country singer never sounded as good, or as corny, as when with his ex-wife.
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The most popular touring musicians can afford a pay cut. Why is a conservative rocker one of the few to lower ticket prices so that fans of lesser means can attend?
Hear the soundtrack cut "Over the Love."
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Julieta Venegas and Natalia Lafourcade went retro for their latest releases—in part as a reaction against the grim headlines often seen as defining their country in the present.
OKeh Records, the jazz imprint that once made history by releasing works by pioneering African Americans, has returned—but with almost no African-American artists.
Caroline Shaw's Partita for 8 Voices sounds like music and then some.