The Louisiana sludge-metal giants have always professed a fondness for classic grunge; they make good on those influences on a streamlined album that’s also one of their heaviest yet.

An interview with the ‘90s shoegaze band about their legacy and new Numero Group reissue.

Despite its jacked-up end-times framing, the former Majical Cloudz singer’s third solo album mostly hews to the melancholy synth pop and emotional interrogations of his previous solo work.

The Virginia band takes the drama of screamo and black metal to grandiose new heights.

On his latest album, the former Cymbals Eat Guitars frontman takes an imagistic, detail-driven look at the dark corners of America.

“Old” received rave reviews, it’s got plenty of highlights, but upon reexamination, it feels like the most uneven, transitional album of Danny Brown’s stellar discography.

The veteran post-rock band focuses on finality and delivers their best album in years.

The Philadelphia death metal quartet has a blast on its fifth album, veering between styles with uninhibited energy and virtuosic musicianship.

A new reissue of the Emeralds guitarist’s 2009 album captures his style in its infancy. Careful songcraft would come later; these wide-eyed jams are cosmic and sprawling.

The Naarm, Australia-based duo draws upon its Black and Indigenous heritage to make visceral instrumental metal infused with unmistakable socio-political intent.

The cover of TWIABP’s Whenever, If Ever depicts a gangly, pubescent kid taking a plunge into a green, murky swimming hole. The sprawling band, then comprising eight members onstage and 10 on-record, was audibly restless, unsatisfied, and desperate, straining at their tethers to escape their hometowns. The artwork screams: Fuck it, let’s jump.

An interview with Dustin Payseur about evolving by getting back to basics on Beach Fossils’ new album.

Released in the U.S. 20 years ago as the centerpiece of indie collective Broken Social Scene's breakout album, "Anthems" has endured through covers, memes and its unfading time-and-place magic.

Years after his legendary hot streak, T-Pain seems content letting others chase hits and instead focusing on extracurriculars like a covers album, Twitch streaming, and voice acting.

What Fantasy is missing isn’t any one synth preset, or a cultural reference for the next season of Stranger Things to popularize. It just lacks urgency.

A decade after the unexpected success of his hip hop side project, Travis Miller finds a new sound and comes to terms with his legacy

Weather Report, the jazz fusion group co-founded by the brilliant Wayne Shorter, is integral to the rap subgenre known as jazz rap. In honor of his passing, we look back on his group’s impact on hip hop.

Once upon a time, one faction was convinced Young Thug was a threat to rap’s traditional values, while the other treated him like a divine being with no stylistic precedent. The degree to which he’s since pulled the rest of the genre into his orbit makes those days feel like the Old Testament. We all stuttered our way to wildly oppositional conclusions, but the initial reaction was the same: what the actual fuck.

Anacortes, Washington’s the Unknown is a church-turned-studio with a name that teases some of that spiritualism. Gradually, over the past decade-plus, it’s become a sought-after site for recording and mastering both for local artists and more prominent out-of-town names like Angel Olsen, Fleet Foxes, and Sumac.

Blending slowcore, ambient, and folk with lo-fi musings on memory and entropy, Portland, Oregon musician Kyle Bates joins a grand tradition of Pacific Northwestern gloom.

On the Vein.fm side project’s full-length debut, these hardcore musicians melt down an entire CD binder’s worth of alt-rock classics and sculpt an alternate timeline out of the pliable remnants.

Songs For The Deaf is loosely set on the drive from LA to Joshua Tree National Park, near the band’s home base of Palm Desert. Don’t call it a concept album, but these 60 minutes of tightly coiled hard rock do a hell of a job depicting a cranked-up odyssey between teeth-grinding Inland Empire traffic and the highway hypnosis-inducing landscapes of the Mojave desert.

In March 2012, an XXL photo shoot for the most blog-famous act in rap spontaneously became the backdrop for a music video. Ten years later, Tyler, Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt, and others reflect on the viral clip and what it meant.