John King’s tenure as the sultan of Louisville love songs has sadly come to an end.
Louisville needs a yacht rock band.
Jessie Ware’s second album seems to have an incredible amount of pressure behind it, being the work that could launch her from rapidly growing artist to pop superstardom.
Like David Bowie or Björk, Prince has a talent for keeping his ear to the ground and presupposing new trends, feeling out with some accuracy what might come next.
Not since the Gravediggaz has a hip-hop album seemed to give such little of a shit about religious humility.
Any musician can relate to the dread that comes with describing your own music, especially when asked that question by people outside of your genre.