The Goth Kids Are Dancing Again
The Rasmus’s “Weirdo” feels like a perfectly manicured middle finger to anyone who ever told them to blend in. It’s moody, cinematic, and just catchy enough to make you forget

The Rasmus’s “Weirdo” feels like a perfectly manicured middle finger to anyone who ever told them to blend in. It’s moody, cinematic, and just catchy enough to make you forget
The All-American Rejects just dropped “Easy Cum Easy Go,” and it’s every bit as irreverent as that title suggests. Tyson Ritter sounds like he’s smirking through the whole thing, dragging
Continue readingThe Rejects Are Back — and Still Don’t Care What You Think
Biffy Clyro’s “Goodbye” isn’t a weepy ballad — it’s a power-chord farewell that slaps you across the face before it hugs you. It’s loud, unapologetic, and full of that Scottish-rock
Coheed and Cambria’s “Goodbye Sunshine” sounds like the morning after saving the galaxy — triumphant, exhausted, and just a little heartbroken. It’s got that signature mix of chaos and clarity
David Byrne’s “What Is The Reason For It” is exactly what you’d expect from a man who’s been asking the universe weirdly profound questions since the Reagan era — and
“Red Rain” by The White Stripes isn’t just a song — it’s a thunderstorm that kicks down your front door. Jack White sounds like he’s been bottling this chaos for
Nelly featuring Tim McGraw’s latest track is proof that genre lines are more like polite suggestions than actual rules. It’s hip-hop swagger meets country grit — the kind of crossover
“I CAN’T STAND WAITING” doesn’t just sound urgent — it is urgent. Michael Schenker attacks his guitar like it personally offended him, ripping through riffs that feel equal parts fury
Continue readingMichael Schenker Still Shreds While the Rest of Us Check Our Phones
Richard Ashcroft has never been one for half-measures, and “Lovin You” is proof that subtlety is overrated. It’s grand, cinematic, and unapologetically earnest — because when Ashcroft decides to sing
Continue readingRichard Ashcroft Still Doesn’t Need Permission to Feel Things
Gary Hoey and Lita Ford teaming up is like lighting a match in a fireworks factory — you know it’s going to explode, you just don’t know which direction the