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On the occasion of the LA punks’ first record in twenty years, Sparks explains why getting the band back together—and pissing in hats—is necessary.

The core of TMG talks his upcoming album for Merge and his podcast that’s now in its second season.

The Latinx indie musician talks us through his new album “This Is How You Smile,” out this week via RVNG Intl.

Armed with his Farfisa, his torrid voice, and his Technicolor arrangements, Condon has made his most adult listening effort to date.

Buzzcocks’ first two records with Pete Shelley proved that the band could—and did—maintain dramatic and thematic tension through entire song cycles.

The Northern Irish singer-songwriter and instrumentalist may be the twentieth century’s most fascinating interpreter of other composers’ vocal music.

If not for the fissure amongst the Beatles’ ranks, the lustrous brilliance and weird experimentalism of this collection wouldn’t shine so bright fifty years later.

Modern art music’s greatest crooner still sounds full-bloodedly theatrical and possessed of endless sensuality.

This new set of rarities unleashes Strummer’s passion into the world in a small but concentrated dose, while honing in on his adoration of American mythology.

Shooter Jennings has never let convention or the commonplace slow his roll or stand in the way of a great notion.

Once personifying the adventurous, fresh feel of Brooklyn’s 21st century rise, GGD’s latest takes into account the jadedness of the moment.

A charming denouement dedicated to entrepreneurial spirit and nuptial love.

Josh Tillman seems to have turned the other cheek, focusing on the insular, singular self on his opulent but folksy new album.

The two-time Oscar-winner chats about leaving Hollywood, entering the writing industry, and his debut novel, “Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff.”

Leon Bridges is an actor in a costume, but one with a sweet-and-salty voice and all the right moves to go with the richly theatrical presentation.

The live sound of the album, when combined with its subtler-than-usual hooks, is a nifty combination.

If you love Snoop’s slippery honey-and-rubber flow and sing-song patois, you’re in luck: holy rolling hasn’t slowed him.

So nothing has changed and everything has changed, and that’s how David Byrne is best served.

“Wrong Creatures” doesn’t have the fixation of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s best moments, yet it doesn’t come across as blurrily unmoored either.

The handsomely-curated vinyl box set revisits the early albums that set the tone for Monk’s mad aesthetic.