Ain’t nothing changed: everyone still want the Benz and the Range, everybody still want the gems and the chains.
I’d tell you, but you need to understand the new slang to get it.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
Join us on the journey to become a proud card-carrying Phase IV ABBA fan.
Worst come to worst… actually, that’s best come to best.
A genuinely unique, truly eclectic (oddball?), moving, memorable, alternative (nu?) metal rollercoaster.
May the record show that The Suicide Machines have stolen their way into my heart (and another entry on the best 1,000 albums ever list).
Come on everybody, it’ll get you feeling dizzy.
A short and incredible acoustic ska punk album.
An enveloping, elegant vibe that quite simply brings true musical pleasures.
Conjures hyper specific sound collages and creates songs that immediately feel essential.
An incredible soundtrack for a movie that doesn’t exist.
Equal parts fun, good, and ironic.
Spacey and ethereal trip hop with grounded, chilled out electronic beats to keep things grooving.
Smart, blistering underground hip hop with ultra-tight flow.