Recontextualizing one of Bob Dylan's most divisive live albums, The Complete Budokan 1978 proves that "less is more" isn't necessarily alway...

"This rap shit done saved my life / And fucked it up at the same time," Danny Brown states at the top of Quaranta, his ferociously sincere s...

"These recycled riffs ain't going anywhere, anytime soon," stammers Kurt Vile on his latest EP's title track. Riffs, lyrics, melodies — call...

At only 24 years old, MJ Lenderman has accomplished a lot. He plays guitar and sings back-up in Wednesday, the much celebrated (and rightful...

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Almost 60 years after his mythic performance at the Manchester Free Trade Hall, we're still talking about Robert Zimmerman. The infamous aco...

Sometimes people disappear gradually. Archival evidence of their being remains, standing in for their actual presence, but when (or if) they...

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Not content with only releasing their nervy Matador debut Tracey Denim this year, bar italia venture into fuzzy, clanging britpop on their s...

How did Wisconsin-born Will Anderson go from making grunge-pop in Vancouver to shoegaze-adjacent rock in Brooklyn while signing with a taste...