If I could combine the Jack White concert I saw at Firefly Music Festival in July with his concert last weekend in Charlottesville, I’d be in Jack White heaven.
Since the 2007 release of An Ocean Between Us, the Grammy-nominated quintet As I Lay Dying has become one of the crusaders of melodic metalcore, a subgenre whose decline has been marked as its former champions experiment with other brands of metal.
Theater of the Absurd calls for a rapid-fire pace, a focus on the mindlessness of humanity and society, repetitive actions and illogical patterns that challenge and intrigue the audience.
If you are looking for a non-threatening piece of pop entertainment, do not go see Looper. But if you want a challenging and morally ambiguous film that happens to involve time travel, this is just what you’re looking for.
The Kluge-Ruhe Museum’s new weekly event “Thursdalia” combines food, drinks and socialization with Aboriginal art and art history to make for a refined Thursday evening.
Apart from a few instant classics such as 21 Jump Street and The Dark Knight Rises, most of 2012’s movie crop has been about as successful as Rick Perry’s presidential campaign.
Trying to contain my enthusiasm at finally hearing The Killers’ latest album, I started listening to Battle Born on repeat as soon as the pre-release stream started on iTunes.
I have harped on TLC for some time about its ridiculous reality shows that exploit the less fortunate and the strange.
NBC’s Revolution is the next ambitious, post-apocalyptic network drama with hopes of filling the gaping hole left by ABC’s groundbreaking Lost.
Canadian indie pop band Stars brought its month-and-a-half-long North American tour to the Jefferson Theater Tuesday.
The Truth About Love, like most of Pink’s albums, is a collection of rowdy songs with enough enthusiastic beats, trashy lyrics and gentle cheesiness to make them perfect for singing along at an obnoxiously high volume. As the first few songs play, it seems as though the singer’s sixth album will be her most subdued effort to date.
After listening to G.O.O.D. Music’s Cruel Summer, my very first thought was that Kanye West did not need to make this album.
Hold on to your cowboy hats because country’s craziest duo, Big & Rich, has just released its fourth studio album, Hillbilly Jedi. Despite the title, much of the record showcases the duo’s more serious side.
Ben Folds is a busy guy. He has sat alongside fellow precocious pianist Sara Bareilles as a judge on NBC’s The Sing-Off.
Pushing your way through the crowd, you pass people of every sort imaginable, assorted faces of all shapes, colors and temperaments.
It’s been more than 20 years since the Dave Matthews Band was formed right here in Charlottesville.
Bob Dylan sounds downtrodden. And it’s perfect. In his latest release Tempest the 71-year-old Dylan plays the worn, grizzled storyteller, recounting his life and the lives of others in his timeless voice. Dylan’s infamous rasp plods steadily through the album and betrays more raw emotion than most singers could dream of expressing.
You can take the beast out of the jungle, but you can’t take the jungle out of the beast. Until a few years ago, Animal Collective had the peculiar distinction of being the “strangest band alive,” due in no small part to the group’s psychedelic sensibility, radical sonic experimentation and blatant disregard for conventional conceptions of “music.” But in 2009 it looked like the band had ditched its odd routine in favor of the ethereal and accessible pop on Merriweather Post Pavilion, an acclaimed effort that earned the group a broader audience. While writing their next album, all four members of the band moved back to their hometown of Baltimore, Maryland, where as childhood friends they had originally begun playing music.
Matthew Perry is back on the air on NBC’s new series Go On, which follows the life of sportscaster Ryan King, who is forced into group therapy to deal with the recent death of his wife.
Hope Springs has great intentions and a spectacular cast, but unless you’re prematurely looking for some post-mid life crisis marital advice, the movie’s message will fall on deaf ears.
