Hundreds of books have been written about Michael Jackson, but this is one of the very few must-reads to have been published since his death, forgetting his much-debated private life and shedding light on the one area most people appear least informed about; his work.
It's like eating at a place where you think the menu is pretty understandable, but every dish hits you with some crazy ingredient that actually turns out to be a relative of arugula or a specific varietal of bourbon infusion.
The latest experimental epic from My Brightest Diamond, entitled This is My Hand, is an album with really only one problem: I have no idea what to say about it. Breaking down the fourth wall here: I'm stumped.
It's fair to say that, in our age of digitized apathy and carefully-curated online inertia, you can add singer-songwriter and bassist Meshell Ndegeocello to that long line of creative polymaths who have not only injected vital energy into the culture but repeatedly spoken truth to power.
It's been over a week since Frànçois and the Atlas Mountains released Piano Ombre, and I've taken my time in forming an opinion. You could say I wanted to be sure I loved it as much as I thought. The truth is I love it even more.
Why would a Reggae band from Reno, Nevada (of all places) call themselves Keyser Soze? Anyone familiar with the ghost-like demonic character in the film, The Usual Suspects, might find this perplexing, since the album is anything but dark.