Tuesday, Jan 1, 2013 10:00 PM UTC
Record reviews: Who needs them?
Music criticism is in a horrible state. It wouldn't have to be if we talked about albums like they really mattered
Music criticism is in a horrible state. It wouldn't have to be if we talked about albums like they really mattered
It used to be easier for Elvis Costello to write good rock songs. Is it because on his newest album, this angry young man really isn't either?
Rather than exploit his fame, George Harrison held fast to his convictions -- and complained about the taxes.
After a life custom-made for cable catharsis, the force behind the Beach Boys is now being honored even for things he didn't do. Does that card ever expire?
Broadside published songs by writers who wanted to change the world -- including a young Bob Dylan. A five-CD set marches through the great folk mag's past.
There stands before you a murderer -- the band that killed rock 'n' roll.
Jim DeRogatis' solid new biography argues that "America's greatest rock critic" spawned a generation of self-absorbed hacks -- and a neutered music press that wouldn't have a place for him anymore.
The Clash devolved from punk snots to self-destructive louts. A new live set captures the band in its ragged glory.
A new Ramones anthology catches America's beloved punks sniffing glue and chewing rock 'n' roll bubble gum.
The sweat-drenched rock 'n' rollers of the '50s knew all about good and evil. Forty years later, the Backstreet Boys are singing love songs to their moms. How did pop music get this insipid?