Kiefer’s Music Mondays: Interpol’s ‘Turn On The Bright Lights’
Interpol’s debut is equal parts visceral euphoria and perspicacious workout.
Interpol’s debut is equal parts visceral euphoria and perspicacious workout.
’36 Chambers’ quintessentially terra-formed the topography of rap.
The L.A. artist’s second project is the coolest damn thing you’ll hear this year.
Ten years since their final album, Sunset Rubdown’s discography is a welcome reprieve from the modern world.
With their third release of 2019, the experimental duo has finally begun to garner some much deserved attention.
A column about underrated albums that didn’t get their due.
The nu metal heroes produce a blistering return to form.
Brandon Gleneicki (@beglivesforthebeats) discusses selling out, Weyes Blood and turning his brother into a Bladee fan.
Bet you didn’t see this coming!
Ty’s latest drags you through a minefield of sounds—with surprisingly little guitar.
Coming to a Blockbuster near you!
It’s a wonder this alt-country LP wasn’t more of a hit!
There’s a reason Miles Davis’ seminal work is widely acknowledged as the greatest jazz album of all time.
But don’t call it “retro”…
The nostalgic rock trio lets a new voice emerge on LP3.
The new record from Justin Vernon and company is an expansive, welcoming culmination of everything they’ve done.
James Mercer is so meta he named his second band after his first band.
Some albums are forever linked to a specific place and time.
The Detroit producer/MC shows off his multifaceted skills.
The generation-defining soundtrack turns 15 years old this week.
The mysterious Swedish artist may have made the next ‘Twin Fantasy’.
Emily Sprague explores the warmth of emptiness.
With Hidden Gems, we look back at great albums that haven’t gotten the attention they deserve.
The poet, writer and indie rock narrator was the force behind Silver Jews and Purple Mountains.
‘Bandana’ is a razor-sharp, zealous and picturesque follow-up.
A series exploring how our favorite bands got their name.
A free-form fusion of kaleidoscopic engineering, psychotropic songwriting, and symphonically-expanded consciousness.
The Memphis punk legend’s last album shows the incredible talent that slipped away before we knew him.
Talking Heads’ third record remains one of the most foreboding records ever made.
The electronic auteur’s 10th album is hard to describe but easy to love.
The Australian singer-songwriter exceeds expectations on her fantastic debut.
The Irish post-punk outfit’s loaded debut is a love letter to Dublin.
Say it ain’t so, Chano!
A column about underrated albums that didn’t get their due.
J. Cole’s crew combines for one of the most commanding collaborative efforts the year.
A dark and harrowing listen from the beloved children’s show character.
The turn of the century classic turns 18 years old this week.
The Texas trio gives their 2018 masterpiece a dub redux.
Quality performances and curation are marred by mixed execution.
The commercial flop and sample-based masterpiece could have easily never happened.
The power-pop legend’s new solo outing is a sharp slice of rock filled with life lessons and love stories.
The Aussie dream-pop singer’s ’90s-soaked debut is too much pop and not enough dream.
His first record since dissolving Silver Jews in 2009 is easily one of his finest.
The New Jersey punks embrace a straightforward approach on their Bob Mould-produced sixth album.
The Philly outfit is loud and noisy on brief third LP
On June 13, 2009, the streets of Iran swarmed with protestors. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad had shockingly
The Akron duo’s first self-produced record in 13 years is, if nothing else, catchy as hell.
Thirty-five years later, it’s still a subversive proclamation about everyday Americans.
MMC’s Editor-in-Chief lists his favorite records of the past six months.
Their first record in 11 years is bogged down by the same old mistakes.