A U.K. garage and hip-hop roundup.
The Rapture does the truffle shuffle in too-tight pants.
Ashlee Simpson, Now 16, and Now That’s What I Call Music 58.
Dizzee Rascal and Run the Road catch us up with London’s grime scene.
Post-rock, the little nongenre that couldn’t, refuses to die.
It’s hard to remember now that the mists of time (and rent and the electric bill) have clouded my vision,…
An open letter to Kelis.
Hip-hop mixtapes and mutations.
Ludacris’ Chicken-N-Beer goes flat out of the can.
Four reissues tell tales from the post-punk crypt.
Armchair techno pioneers Plaid grow complacent in their old age.
Jungle revivalists Broklyn Beats and SoundMurderer bang their heads on the crunk rock.
Insectoid vocals, interminable solos, capital-R Rock: Ladies and gentlemen, Led Zeppelin.
Middling series, ace mixes.
Seattle mash-up maestro DJ Lance Lockarm plays connect-the-dots with pop history.
Ricardo Villalobos moves it, you.
Kompakt expands on its 100th release.
Beanie Sigel ft. Peedi Crakk & Twista, “Gotta Have It” (Roc-a-Fella). Lady Sovereign ft. Riko, “Random (Menta Remix)” (Casual, U.K.)…
Far from their bespectacled and backpacked stereotype, most underground rappers are sonically and sartorially indistinguishable from their mainstream counterparts. Except…
Seattle’s Blood Brothers go supersonic on the new Crimes.
U.K. rapper Dizzee Rascal brings East London to the world.
Peeling paint with Wolf Eyes and Sunburned Hand of the Man.
Wu-Tang’s greatest returns.
