A swear-laden review of some glorious cursing in pop music.
The past 10 years have upturned the music world, and we’re all better for it. A countdown of the year’s best music, and the artist of the decade is named.
Journalism is dying, journalism is thriving, the end of the world is nigh—there’s a lot to be excited about. A report on the newspapers that prevailed by hook or crook in 2009.
Ten years ago, an anonymous screed sparked a firestorm amongst music critics and rock nerds. Following up with the targets of the Rock Critical List and reassessing the finger pointing.
Next month, one book will be crowned America’s funniest. Reviewing this year’s candidates for the Thurber Prize for American Humor, and tiptoeing through the doo-doo.
The plan: 10 cafés, 10 macchiatos, one morning, by bike. Embarking on an adventure that can be described in only one way.
In anticipation of the South by Southwest music festival, which begins today in Austin, Texas, more than a thousand acts—almost twice as many as last year—offered an mp3 to showcase their sound. We listened to them all.
Some movies inform. Some movies entertain. And some pry open your skull and punch you in the brain.
After 12 months of listening, only 10 records remain.
Because album lists shouldn’t happen only once a year. Rounding out the ‘80s, music from the year America chose wrong.
Because album lists shouldn’t happen only once a year. Now arriving within two decades of the present day.
The South by Southwest music festival begins in Austin, Texas, today. Of the hundreds of acts hoping to break big, 763 have offered an mp3 of their still-unknown sound. We listen to them all, all the way through.