The Gleaming Sword

It’s bananas

Duke’s ode to his birth sign took a downtempo interpretation of the 1970’s astrophilia.

The fifth track off of 2004’s Madvillainy eluded me for years, just as Doom himself outwitted fans for decades.

I’m not saying these are the best, but they are

There must be something in the water

When the going gets weird, the weird get metal

In lieu of the traditional sounds of Christmas, Terrace Martin dropped the fittingly introspective Village Days to quietly usher out 2020.

People thought the Beatles were back

Jazz-rocker Donald Fagen’s futurescape is only utopian on the outside