There isn’t a single track that does not demand the attention of the listener.
Like a lot of Fela Kuti’s music, it is imbued with a sense of utter freedom, individuality and relentless energy.
The title of the album does not refer to absolute solitude — instead, it embodies loneliness in the face of others.
Love, in all of its forms, is the symmetry of being human, and this is the underlying basis for ‘Sister Cities.’
Donned in maize and blue T-shirts that read “Michigan Grandpa” and “Michigan Mom,” Freddy Kennett and Robby Hauldren took the stage at Ann Arbor’s Hill Auditorium for Music Matters’s annual SpringFest.
Marilyn Monroe, eat your heart out.
Trading in the booming atmosphere of her party anthems, Cardi raps and croons over a lilting, tender synth line, undercut with sparse snares and only the subtlest ripple of bass.
With My Dear Melancholy, The Weeknd feels more intimate and authentic, like a personally addressed letter.
The production is low-volume and crisp, and the lyrical delivery is decisive and comprehensible.
It’s an outpouring of musical frustration.