MTV’s attempt to capture the hipster culture of Brooklyn is only marginally funny, but does adequately capture the Millennial problem – growing up while being drunk.
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It’s still around, we’re still eerily drawn to Steven Tyler’s semi-inappropriate comments towards teenage girls and Randy’s “dawgs” while J.Lo sits there and tries to look hot enough to resurrect her career. But why??
What the hell happened to “The Music Festival?” What used to feel like a fun weekend full of awesome jams and awesome people, now feels like a douchey faux-fiesta worthy only of Natty Light chugging bros.
Like it or not, the Grammys are back. And despite being the most overrated night in the music industry, its exposure on national television will give it major leverage over the musical trends for the next 365 days.
Climb out of your musical rut, put down the soup-scooping device and read on for awesome up-and-coming bands.
Coldplay’s newest is like when Facebook gives itself a facelift and everyone freaks out until they get used to it. Stop freaking out.
The concept album is the minstrel ballad of the 21st century, only less about the plague and more about disillusioned youth, glitter and sergeants named after spices.
Sometimes collaborations are a music fan’s dream come true, but others are simply cringe-worthy.
If Woodstock had a summer of love one night stand with Lilith Fair, their illegitimate lovechild would sound exactly like Metals, the third LP by Canadian artist Feist.
It’s like CapriSun for grown ups. It’s versatile, portable and more importantly, it will be your friend.