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The elusive R&B singer wants to help you feel your feelings: “If you came to the club to dissociate, I’m ’bout to make you cry.”
Welcome to the age of lo-fi beats to take stimulants to.
Wayne Shorter was a giant of the genre as an improviser, bandleader, and thinker, but above all as a composer.
How could a show about a chart-topping band care so little about the making of their music?
Caroline Polachek’s Pure Moods is pure magic.
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Her performance was all heat, no-nonsense.
Smokey Robinson has every right to unleash an album called Gasms.
Paramore’s old sound has become trendy again—but the Nashville trio is chasing “new versions of ourselves.”
Even the highlights of last night’s ceremony couldn’t fully distract from its problems.
Other groups made a bigger splash, but Blondie was a true genre chameleon.
One of the world’s most prominent queer entertainers thrives at playing to the middle.
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Måneskin looks a lot cooler than it sounds.
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The year in music was a party.