Review: The Foreign Exchange, ‘Tales From The Land Of Milk And Honey’
The duo delivers an R&B album that is as fun as it is grown-up.
The duo delivers an R&B album that is as fun as it is grown-up.
Once known as Casiotone For The Painfully Alone, Owen Ashworth explores vivid and morose detail in the second album by his newest project.
The Chicago rapper’s latest H2O-themed project is evidence that being smart doesn’t have to mean being stiff.
The Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra’s perfectly timed collaboration between U.S. and Cuban musicians features cutting-edge works by a carefully selected group of composers.
Rateliff is an accomplished solo singer-songwriter of the introspective, acoustic variety. The Night Sweats’ music is where he unleashes his swaggering, after-dark persona.
The parent company of Columbia House, the music-subscription king of the ’80s and ’90s, filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. Two NPR music editors remember the good and the bad.
This is a duo meant to make music together. And a song from their debut album is their shimmering dream come true.
The death of the highly respected hip-hop figure prompted an outpouring of tribute and personal stories from his community this weekend.
After recording a string of albums in his bedroom, Teen Daze emerges as a full-fledged indie-pop frontman on his new album, produced by John Vanderslice.
Ellen Kempner and her band document a fraught transition from childhood to adulthood — and do a great job, in part because they’re still living through the process.
On the singer’s new album, a departure from the rootsy sounds of her albums with the Nocturnals, pop-rock music gets a real kick in its cherry-red pants.
On his new album, Montreal musician and producer Michael Silver brings his diverse sounds together to form a sumptuous whole that draws extensively on the music of the 1980s.
The New Orleans trumpeter wasn’t thinking about Eric Garner, Michael Brown or #blacklivesmatter when he first assembled this funky new band. But then it became a way to ward off despair.
Performing three songs from Before We Forgot How To Dream, Irish singer-songwriter Bridie Monds-Watson makes the most of a single voice and an acoustic guitar.
In the early 1990s, Pavement was especially rough around the edges. A new collection of unreleased recordings from the era captures the band’s absurd charm.
The singer’s disco-infused funk and soul gets stripped down to a lone voice with a guitar, surrounded by an admiring throng of NPR staffers, interns and friends.
Winston Yellen’s folk project dims the lights on a new collection inspired by electronic pop and R&B.
Grandiose, industrial pop scaled to match the band’s all-caps name: What Mad Max: Fury Road is to the road movie, Death Magic is to synth-pop.
On a razor-edged LP produced by Laura Jane Grace of Against Me!, Brooklyn punks stare down the judgment of peers, the corruption of institutions and the clumsiness of gendered language.
Darkness is never far behind Chelsea Wolfe; if anything, the metallic Abyss chases it with a tenderness that understands the beauty therein.