What could be better than a movie about dancing animated penguins caught in an epic struggle for survival?
The release of Kevin Federline's new album, Playing with Fire, marks significant changes in his life -- not only is he a rap artist hitting the big time with his mad talent, but, more significantly, he is soon to be Mr. Ex-Spears.
Everyone knows The Who practically invented rock and roll -- proof of this lies in their ranking at number nine on VH1's "100 Greatest Artists of Rock & Roll." The new album, Endless Wire, does very little to affirm this confirmed status in music history.
Roskosmos, a short film by fourth-year Media Studies major and student-filmmaker Rom Alejandro, is frightening and intelligent.
When Ludacris "was an embryo, something in [his] brain told him to shape up and kick out." Toss in some misogyny, token arrogance, fatherly love and good ol' Christian preaching and you've got Ludacris' fifth album, Release Therapy. The album plays off typical, old-school Ludacris themes but in a slower manner, as deliberate, lyrical melodies dominate the record. The variety of topics Luda raps about on the album seem scattered and random, but they make each of the tracks listenable while simultaneously hysterically funny.
After their stint as a two-hit-wonder in the '90s with "One Week" and "If I had $1000000," Barenaked Ladies seemed to disappear from the face of the earth, occasionally releasing a song that fell into the category of "attempt for a once-popular group to resurrect former glory." Their new CD, Barenaked Ladies Are Me, has made a departure from the quirky alternative style that made them unique and has ventured down the oft-traveled path of conformity.
Paris Hilton -- party girl heiress? Obviously. Actress? It's a stretch. Singer? Surprisingly, yes. The transition from celebrity/amateur porn star to actress/singer has been a bumpy one, fueled by stigma and mockery.
