[Dec. 4] Lupe's always been a rapper's rapper, but also a bit of a bore. But on his upcoming album, Lupe promises a change is gonna come.
Alexis Krauss, given new songwriting duties, only succeeds in proving she's less tuneful than her heavy metal guitar-wielding partner Derek Miller.
Every grunt, growl, ad lib ("yuhh," "Puuusshh," "Woo!") and bar is delivered with such malice you can hear Pusha T smile.
[Oct. 30] HOV was never so mistaken as when he uttered the words "Free is the future/ Beans and Bleek is right now."
This account of Ed Rendell’s first term as mayor may be about Philadelphia in the '90s, but it’s still a book for our time.
[Oct. 6] Travi$ is interesting because he’s a swirling mass of influences, from Kanye to Cudi to Future et alia, to trap to the “screw music” that’s a product of his hometown, Houston.
[Oct. 6] David Cohn, who raps as Serengeti, is not what you'd call a rap traditionalist.
"I give you something to tap your feet to. The message is still there. Open your ears, motherfuckers.
[Sept. 26] Tyler hovers in the border regions between a joke y'all just don't get and completely full of shit.
[Sept. 24] The Thom Yorke side project fuses world beat and electronica into a complex, cockeyed dance set that'll eventually make its way down to your ass and feet.
[Sept. 20] He's fuzzing... scuzzing... distorting and feeding back like he just rediscovered pedals and amplifiers.
Despite the repeated self-shittings accompanied by the bitter scent of sulfur being pumped into the audience, the play never becomes cheap spectacle.
A quarter of the audience didn't return for the second act, and one woman fell asleep and snored loudly before her companion shoved her awake.
You can be funnier on your couch; you have been funnier on your couch.
A play whose primary language is the body.