In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: Songs we felt we had to hide from others.

Drum breaks: Those small patches of space within a song where the singer shuts up, the guitarist backs off, the bass rumbles down, and the percussionist is given a moment or two to shine. Before the rise of sampling, those moments were merely considered artistic flourishes, necessary bridges, or just breathers from…

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: Songs we felt we had to hide from others.

In HateSong, we ask our favorite musicians, writers, comedians, actors, and so forth to expound on the one song they hate most in the world.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: Songs we felt we had to hide from others.

It’s not super obvious that two songs from The Stone Roses’ classic 1989 self-titled debut, “Waterfall” and “Don’t Stop,” are related. It’s tough to put a finger on it until you realize that “Don’t Stop” is actually most of “Waterfall” run backwards, with new lyrics on top—once you realize it, you can’t un-hear it. It…

In HateSong, we ask our favorite musicians, writers, comedians, actors, and so forth to expound on the one song they hate most in the world.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: songs that tell a story.

Some film buffs enjoy collecting old home movies, because they’re fascinated by the tactile qualities of celluloid, and they like seeing the accidental abstract art that occurs when printed images of banal domesticity begin to decay. The Santa Barbara indie-rock quartet Gardens & Villa has a similar aesthetic, except…

Despite ruling the summer of 2012 with the inescapable “Call Me Maybe,” Carly Rae Jepsen still feels like an underdog. Perhaps it’s because the Canadian Idol veteran’s music lands squarely on pop’s outskirts, never quite fitting in anywhere. The chart success of both “Call Me Maybe” and her squeaky-clean Owl City…

With Angel Deradoorian, it’s not the exact words that matter, but rather the feeling conjured up by her voice when singing them. Time and again on The Expanding Flower Planet, Deradoorian’s first album as a solo artist, the lyrics seem to slowly shift into vowels and consonants, leaving clear language behind for…

In We’re No. 1, The A.V. Club examines an album that went to No. 1 on the charts to get to the heart of what it means to be popular in pop music, and how that has changed over the years. In this installment, we cover Bob Dylan’s “Blood On The Tracks,” which spent two weeks at No. 1 on the Billboards album charts…

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: songs that tell a story.

In HateSong, we ask our favorite musicians, writers, comedians, actors, and so forth to expound on the one song they hate most in the world.

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: songs that tell a story.

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

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: songs that tell a story.

In HateSong, we ask our favorite musicians, writers, comedians, actors, and so forth to expound on the one song they hate most in the world.

Entering his seventh decade of life has done nothing to curb Lemmy Kilmister’s acerbic self-awareness. As vocalist-bassist for one of rock ’n’ roll and metal’s most influential bands, Kilmister laughs off any notion of his celebrity or even his success. Aside from the upcoming release of their 22nd studio album, Bad…

In Hear This, A.V. Club writers sing the praises of songs they know well. This week: our favorite songs that come in at over 10 minutes long.