Along the majestic miles of Route 66 lie the lessons of Pixar co-director Joe Ranft. Decades after his dad’s death, Jordan Ranft sets out to find them.

Approach this album blind, buckle up and let it take you by surprise.

It’s taking bad acid on a beautiful day, it’s surf-rock with a mood disorder, it’s the new Tropical Fuck Storm album.

At almost 50 years old, it is good to see Aesop Rock as in control of his lyrics and production as ever, but it is even better to find him more comfortable participating in the world around him than e...

Mclusky is most likely an acquired taste. What this record proves, though, is that this “taste,” whatever it may be, has not been diluted some 20 years later.

Jordan Ranft takes in Family Not a Group (FNG), a 17-person collective of rappers, singers, DJs, and artists, at The Independent in San Francisco, CA.

A femme-centric festival builds a more open community and sounds great doing it.

Sometimes, it’s all right to turn on a record that does nothing but make your ears bleed.

The prolific rapper returns, with more dense wordplay, stripped-down production and tales from the Motor City streets.