Few bands in hard rock history have been so adept at balancing the awesome and trivial as Van Halen in their prime.
Gary Allan has long been one of country's most reliably velvet-voiced beautiful losers.
Music critics are part of the world, and I am part of the world.
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.
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.