Shrouded in drone, the entire album is consistently intriguing and enigmatic.

Another gem from a great duo.

Wreckless Eric’s latest is full of Beatles references, but ultimately delivers little more than cartoon-gooey pop and nostalgia.

Shugo Tokumaru’s third release is chill and childlike yet deep and complex.

At heart, this is nervous and compelling shit for heads stuck up their own asses.

Slate launched its new Web site, Double X, yesterday. The online magazine is written for women by women, and some powerful writers, actors, and politicians, including Margaret Cho, Amy Bloom, and Sandra Day O'Connor, helped get the party started by sharing some of their childhood dreams in a feature called The Secret Dreams of Famous Women.

Mike Skinner's (aka The Streets) quirky new album is a throwback to the electro-rap pyrotechnics and surprising arrangements that made him a favorite in the UK.

RTX, sounds like the spawn that ’80s hair metal and ’90s grunge never had.

You may know Jay Reatard from one of the many bands he's been in, but his solo effort, minimal garage-punk pop, might be his best act yet.

Brooklyn duo Orphan's debut album is a glorious cacophony of powersludge.