No band on 21st-century radio has mined pre-grunge hair-metal's sleaze like L.A.'s Buckcherry. So it makes poetic sense that they'd spend their sixth album tallying all seven deadly sins.

Few bands in hard rock history have been so adept at balancing the awesome and trivial as Van Halen in their prime.

I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.

By the late '80s, I was already giving up on rap music.

Ever wonder why people are so determined to reach for white picket fences, supposed normalcy, a nuclear family? Well, try growing up without one.

If I am thinking the same as everyone why bother pushing to get it published?

Mayer Hawthorne's old school pop-R&B homages are so meticulous that it's tempting to overrate his pipes.