Sounding like the lovechild of Jason Mraz and Sara Bareilles, Jayne utilizes her ukulele and a cappella skills to create her own unique style.
David Bowie is the definition of iconic.
The final chorus hits and it’s one of the most ecstatic highs in the history of pop music.
The new King Push seeks justice; he doesn’t want his younger brethren to go through what he went through.
I googled the word “pretentious” because I realized the impossibility of talking about BØRNS without sounding pretentious.
Jeremih’s music evokes a velvet fantasy.
What makes his latest effort, Black Market, particularly interesting is a noticeable shift in narration. We finally get some insight on William Roberts: the man behind the cardboard Scarface mansion.
Sleater-Kinney was mid-set, just absolutely tearing through tracks from all across their career, but all these bearded dudes and flannel-wearing mid-30s couples just looked dead inside.
This is the trashiest thing that I have ever had the pleasure of listening to.
Between Adele, Justin Bieber, The Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar and many other major releases some time-worthy tracks got lost in the shuffle.