The Layover is not only tedious, but clueless when it comes to how women interact with each other.

Though he released a self-titled album with Aimee Mann under the name The Both back in 2014, Ted Leo has been unusually quiet this decade. For an artist who released an album every few years and toured relentlessly in the ‘90s with his band Chisel and then in the ‘00s with his backing band The Pharmacists, his absence was striking.

Sid & Nancy should be approached with an ounce of caution, as its tale often veers from fact into romantic fantasy.

Life hasn’t been so easy for Nika Rosa Danilova lately. Since releasing 2014’s ambitious—if flawed—goth-pop statement Taiga, the Zola Jesus vanguard has faced dark times head on, admitting to “fighting a haze so thick I wasn’t sure I’d find my way to the other side.”

This is music to carry us through the dark night. Written and recorded in just two weeks following January’s Inauguration and Women’s March, Laura Burhenn’s new Mynabirds offering, Be Here Now, is both a protest against the current state of the world and a reminder to cherish what we hold dear.

September 11, 2001 will be forever etched in the American psyche as the day the towers fell. U.S. citizens were attacked on United States soil in New York, Pennsylvania, and Arlington, Virginia. Nearly 3,000 people died in the direct attacks. One of them was a 24-year-old equities trader named Welles Remy Crowther; he would become better known as the Man in the Red Bandana.

Over the decades, Mr. Mom seems to have slipped down the John Hughes totem.

Liking The National has somehow become a parody of itself—a bunch of white dudes that make sad music about loneliness and growing up somehow seems so… predictable, and, frankly, pointless during a Trump administration.

As anyone who has ever tried to characterize music through words can tell you, assigning genre labels often seems limiting and incomplete, like having three crayons to color in an entire scene.