Mankind has always been fascinated by two things: cultural differences, and butts. This week I'm going to study each of these things by examining the least white album covers of all time.
There are many ways to make the Hall, but being an impeccable songwriter and/or releasing distinct concept albums, each employing its own sound and style, is not the best path.
In a lot of instances, the band you know as a one-hit wonder is actually much more than that. So much so that having that one gigantic hit probably did more harm to their reputation than good, because it completely overshadows all of the other great things they accomplished.
There is something about earnest love songs that always makes me think, 'Man, I am a way better storyteller than musicians.'
Most musicians have to put up with record company executives being interfering dicks. Not all bands let them get away with it, though. Every now and then, through luck, opportunism or having balls of brass, some get to fight back.
When you actually sit down to look at the songwriting credits on famous tracks, the writers often come way the hell out of left field.
As much as I'd love to unleash my inner music snob and burden you with my extensive list of obscure albums to look forward to in 2012, the fact that just about every music site on the planet has already released their own version of that list is standing in the way. So, in lieu of filling your day with hope and optimism for the state of music in
Many classic songs have mythical (and often dark and disturbing) alternate meanings that fans insist are true. They're almost always wrong.
Pay special attention to the thievery panel. You might learn something.