In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, in honor of the upcoming Memorial Day weekend, we’re talking about songs with holidays in their names.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, in honor of the upcoming Memorial Day Weekend, we’re talking about songs with holidays in their names.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, in honor of the upcoming Memorial Day Weekend, we’re talking about songs with holidays in their names.

Why Make Sense?, the latest album from British electronic band Hot Chip, wants to woo you. It’s a late-night record, made for both bedroom serenades and last-call slow-jams alike. The group’s dance music has always mixed a healthy dose of reverence in with its hedonism, extolling the beauty of both the fleeting and…

Always in motion, the clattering candy-colored garage-rock crazy train that is Thee Oh Sees goes at multiple speeds. It’s not always breakneck, though that’s the prolific California group’s default pace during its legendary live shows. Throughout his band’s extensive discography—and especially on solo-oriented albums…

Ceremony doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks it should sound like. Over the course of its four full-length albums, the band has routinely smashed expectations. Starting as a powerviolence band, then slowly working its way back through hardcore’s history, it’s as if Ceremony progressed through historically…

Welsh noise-pop band Joanna Gruesome has taken everything it did before and streamlined it. Faster, simpler, more straightforward—the band isn’t turning over a new leaf so much as it’s taken the first leaf, buffed it, and shrunk it down into the most compact frond possible. The group’s debut record, Weird Sisters, was…

Even when the band was racking up radio hits and Grammy nominations, Faith No More always seemed like deliberate outsiders—outside the mainstream, outside any particular scene, outside musically. Grunge couldn’t claim the San Francisco band, because it was too metal. More mainstream metal fans found Faith No More’s…

Permanent Records is an ongoing closer look at the records that matter most.

In case you missed last week’s announcement: The A.V. Club is hosting a live Q&A session with Marilyn Manson and Billy Corgan tonight, and we’re livestreaming the whole thing. The event begins at 7:30 p.m. central, and should be replayable in case you miss it. Moderator Marah Eakin has unfortunately had to bow out,…

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, in honor of the upcoming Memorial Day weekend, we’re talking about songs with holidays in their names.

From an outsider’s perspective, it probably looked like Neil Young had it made in the shade in those early months of 1972. In the last few years he entered into serious relationship with Hollywood actress Carrie Snodgress and had a son; he’d raked in a boatload of cash with the supergroup Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young;…

In 11 Questions, The A.V. Club asks interesting people 11 interesting questions—and then asks them to suggest one for our next interviewee.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, we’re picking songs that have a person’s name in the title.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, we’re running down some of our favorite songs with a name in the title.

Like so many Britpop bands, Blur formed after its members met in art school, coming together in London in the late ’80s. Originally named Seymour, the group became Blur after a Food Records A&R man pooh-poohed the earlier moniker. The group changed it, signed to Food, and a couple of months later, released its first…

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, we’re running down some of our favorite songs with a name in the title.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week, we’re running down some of our favorite songs with a name in the title.

Permanent Records is an ongoing closer look at the records that matter most.

Last year’s Old 97’s record, Most Messed Up, was a raucous, ribald chronicle of abject drunkenness and reckless confessions that bristled with unpleasant personal truths. Frontman Rhett Miller continues harnessing that freewheeling honesty on his excellent new solo album, The Traveler, but casts a more forgiving eye…