Britney Spears may be the most boring person on the planet.
The only thing “Bound 3” added to “Bound 2” was Seth Rogen’s man-pelt.
Where are the tunes?
The 60-foot LED screen stole the show. Sorry, Jesus.
The guy sells nookie.
If Alan Jackson has ever broken a sweat, he’s never done it in a recording studio.
Reed believed that a rock lyric could accommodate ideas as grand and meaty as literature.
Vic Mensa isn't as smart as his name suggests, but he's a clever fellow.
The songs on Prism feel both overdetermined and underdone.
He's the greatest of rock and roll’s many founders.
Justin Bieber is a stealth classicist.
“Grits and gravy / Cheese, eggs, and jam / Can nobody cook it like you, girl / No ma’am!”
There's nobody in pop like Micachu.
The “Miley Cyrus controversy” is not a sideshow. It is the show itself.
Danny Brown can rap his butt off.
Somebody get this man an editor.
The 1972 hit was a high-middlebrow choice.
Give the Scottish trio CHVRCHES bonus connoisseurship points.
Before Drake, rappers were like Jay Z: braggarts. Drake is a humblebraggart.
Give Britney Spears credit: while rival pop divas shape-shift, she's holding fast to a crudely effective style.
"Yes, ['Blurred Lines'] is douchey, in a kind of a fun way."
There are a lot of things to love about the new 2 Chainz album, starting with the great title.
In 2013, women in country are more marginal than at any time in recent memory.
Ariana Grande is the surprise of the year.