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The London quartet Mumford & Sons, however, realigns folk’s paradigm with soaring harmonies, banjo, upright bass and a single kick drum.
“Elon asked me to go to Mars. I’m thinking about it.”
Best Coast’s Bethany Cosentino talks lo-fi, boys and her love of LA
A French chanteuse/actor’s method of coping with near death: enlist Beck to delve inside her head
Going the distance with jump-cut electro rockers Jogger.
Mum’s principal member and multi-instrumentalist, Örvar Þóreyjarson Smárason, speaks about the album, language, and what the world needs to learn from Iceland.
…so in these few hours, they’ve got to get it right. Night Horse doesn’t sound rusty, but it’s been a while since the members have all rehearsed together, and one of their biggest shows quickly approaches: Sunset Junction.
Quentin Tarantino, Christoph Waltz, Diane Kruger, B.J. Novak, and Eli Roth talk rewriting history in Inglourious Basterds
The DJ genuflects at the altar of spinning vinyl, his shoulder presses headphones to his ear, his left hand spins a black disc, his right hand occupied with a laptop. It’s a Wednesday night, this
is Hollywood’s Bar Marmont, and the DJ is Diplo…
Apocalyptic visions have never sounded as alluring as on Black Math Horseman’s debut album, Wyllt.
Moderat is the marriage of two musical worlds fused together along with the precision of digital and the warmth of analog.
Floppy haired piano popster Mika plays a Perez Hilton sanction show at the Roxy
Hypnotist Kevin Stone plays the Laugh Factory for, well, laughs. But behind his shtick lies a serious side.
Crystal Antlers push LA rock into a new direction that celebrates the soul and the clamor of four decades of Southern California sound.
In the spirit of Heavy Metal Parking Lot, I set off deep behind the Orange Curtain to witness Monster Jam, the truck-smashing, car-crashing showcase of undersized trucks with oversized wheels, in an attempt to become the male Margret Mead of 21st century monster truck culture.
Ethiopia is often overshadowed by news of famine, war, and poverty. But behind the headlines sits the country’s rich history of music.
And behind the music is Mulatu Astatke.
Visitors Fall Down the Rabbit Hole at this Los Angeles Anti-Institution: A look at the inimitable people who breathe their art and soul into the museum’s mindbending collection of curios.
The Drones tumble into darkened realms, swaggering with delightfully sloppy guitar and tumbling drums, as the record brims with the urgency of a confession from the gallows.
My Bloody Valentine would have no analogue in the rap world if it weren’t for Dälek.
If Justice built the house of French dance thrash, Mr. Oizo tears it down on Lambs Anger. Deconstruction is nothing new for France’s l’enfant dancible.