Finally. After a rough patch for new releases we’re back and ready to rave. Should be smooth sailing for the rest of the year.
So stow your life jacket and bad weather gear, and let’s round ’em up.
If Arctic Monkeys had started during Britpop they might have produced a grungy, glammy pop album such as this.
Scissor Sisters frontman goes solo and puts the fun back in funky, sounding like George Michael performing Elton John’s mid-70’s catalog with splashes of Leo Sayer and the Bee Gees.
The creatively restless son of Waylon returns to his outlaw country roots.
Hooky indie rock from NYC.
