The band reached its highest altitude during the mid to late 1970s, when the single and album Hotel California cemented what Rolling Stone called their "note-perfect Hollywood-cowboy ennui."

One of my favorite tracks on k.d. lang's new album is the opener, "I Confess," which sounds like Brill Building meets country, meets...okay, I'll shut up now, k.d. lang has the rest.

With Layne Staley's death, Alice In Chains was all but done. But fourteen years later, here we are with something that sounds a lot like what the group would have had they returned to the studio a couple years later.

One musical scientist experimented with plates and screws between the strings of the piano, an army of radios randomly broadcasting, and tape players timed to bathtub gurgles.

In case we didn't know the holiday season was fast approaching... a spate of CD box sets, hits compilations and expanded, Deluxe Editions of some of our favorite albums are usually tell-tale sign.