The ultimate guide to experiencing the high.
A few elements strain for “edgy” but just come off as goofy and awkward.
She’s always been the world’s oldest teenager.
I Like It When You Sleep shoots for the moon, and when you go that big it’s impossible to have perfect aim.
“I remember girls saying that when you’re too powerful as a woman, it’s not very pretty.”
Pablo’s paint is still wet — which makes the fact that it occasionally approaches the grandeur of a masterpiece that much more astounding.
Kendrick didn’t dilute his message to make it more palatable for the Grammy public — he poured gasoline all over it and fearlessly lit a match.
“Isn’t pop music created with repetition in mind?”
Taylor, aux cords, “fuccbois” — oh my!
The halftime show was a display of Beyoncé’s unimpeachable confidence in her own cultural influence and artistic vision, and the contrast of Coldplay and Bruno Mars emphasized how radical that vision really is.
Rihanna’s new album Anti is not here for you.
There are two ways to listen to This Is Acting.
Our music critic mourns the loss of David Bowie, a rock star so committed to his post that he soundtracked his own death.
Blackstar is a much weirder record than its predecessor.
He likes the word chutzpah.
Ardipithecus feels like a slightly less-druggy version of the album Miley Cyrus put out this year.
From Tony and Gaga to Buffy Sainte-Marie.
“Where Are Ü Now” is what it sounds like when dolphins cry.
To Pimp a Butterfly isn’t a perfect album, but it’s the one we needed most this year.
Though Adele’s still leaning on the past, 25’s production and arrangements lay a more exciting groundwork for her extraordinary voice.