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Speaking about Vitriola, the band’s eighth album, Tim Kasher reminds us that Cursive is not a solo project.

Aesop Rock or A$AP Rocky? “The Prestige” (2006) or “The Illusionist” (2006)? Ugh. I can’t put up with this anymore: There can only be one.

Talking Sand™ with the comedian’s most devoted fan, who most recently pledged his allegiance by watching a Sandler movie every day for a year.

What initially feels like a watered-down sequel to a totally unique album reveals itself to be an impressive demonstration of dream-pop art brut.

The official unofficial soundtracks to Sam Raimi’s trilogy reflect an odd moment in the history of popular movie soundtracks—namely one in which the soundtracks’ songs don’t actually appear in the movies.

With a musical portfolio as diverse as it is outlandish, the Chicago-based rapper and multi-instrumentalist rightly insists that you could never be a Nnamdi.

The Brooklyn-based group announce their EP II with an Alanis-inspired burner.

“Ordinary Corrupt Human Love” is a plunderphonic expression of a convoluted, black-metal-sized subject: human love.

Between the dregs of Craigslist’s free-stuff listings and “Seinfeld”‘s most obscure moments, there’s always something familiar in the imagery of the NYC-based artist’s work.

[McConaughey accent] That’s what I love about these Linklater protagonists…

A collaboration that is a chilling assessment of our national disharmony.

Behind moments of timidity lurks a menacing DGAF attitude.

The Memphis punks crank out a quick and dirty rendition of their In The Red debut single.

“Perfume” bolsters the staying power of Wand as a rare contemporary rock band unwilling to forfeit their persona to suit the present.

Stuart McLamb’s raucous lo-fi experiment makes up for lost time with two minutes of heavy, blissed-out pop in anticipation of the forthcoming “Baby Grand,” out August 3 via Merge.

The LA-via-Ottawa garage rock four-piece get spooky in the latest Gentle Leader preview.

The title track from Evian’s forthcoming LP is brought to life with the help of a punk rock sibling and a bright New York afternoon.

On its tenth birthday, let’s look past its genre and appreciate the unrivaled visual flair, debilitatingly honest coming-of-age narrative, and anti-corporate rage of “Speed Racer,” a kids movie.

Rural Italy’s impish garage rock trio opt for misfit royalty over biscuits and loyalty in their cosmic new video.

Young Fathers’ newest addition to their stellar catalog is no exception—but there’s still one key question that needs to be addressed.