Posts By: Iman Lababedi
superior trap rap
I can’t think of a wall NOT improved by a painting of Debbie Harry except for this one
she used to be on VH1’s Love & Hip-Hop: New York.
Now you begin to get the picture
extreme emotional reductionism
without you… well, it is like me painting without a canvas
he certainly was cool with electronica, but he wasn’t great at it
it has infected the two music websites they bought
The past is another country, yesterday is another country.
her country and pop DNA
I am shocked at this disgraceful performance
If it isn’t the best at the very least it’s the most important.
a second viewing was necessary
A masterpiece of 21st century despair
very very British
ain’t what it used to be
Sheeran hasn’t just celebrated his 40th deathday
For his next tour, I hope Brian performs The Beach Boys Love You. As for Mike? I don’t care and I won’t be there
where art meant gentrification
Perhaps there is more to us
a little dance she’d do with herself
Noel to reopen Manchester Arena
one long bummer
Donna’s greatest strength is a joyful sorrow
Written about Duane, it stands as an eulogy to Gregg himself
“I love you, oh God do I love you…”
the second time I’ve underestimated Imagine Dragons… though not the last
“Lover Come Back To Me” –a flop single off Love Hopes, got covered by the Dixie Chicks
a future world of funk where he reigns supreme forever
many highlights, mostly highlights, even all highlights.
the definition of solipsistic
I’m going with Ray because I prefer the album title.
Kesha has resurrected her career
You better believe it
He won my trust, something he never had before
I could finally hear Katy Perry’s terrific vocal
Lindsey’s fingers. Christie’s face
The UK bids farewell to one of the greats
Yoko Ono beat her to it…
part of the entire new r&b scene but with one foot in the past
first rate hard rock album with a hard back beat
“I don’t dance now, I make money moves”
“Don’t ever let them paint you blue”
Chic deserve to be better
a chorale of voices
no more mr. nice guy is back
if Pitchfork hate you, you can’t be all bad.
Johnny Marr’s old buddies