Every once in a while, there comes a band that breaks free from the restrictions of genre and the syndrome of being too cool for the common folk.
With the persistence and ferocity of a cage full of aggravated badgers, Seattle's The Blood Brothers are back with another whirlwind of screeching, biting madness.
The Marine comes exactly as advertised. It's an explosion-driven, high-octane, unrelentingly thoughtless action B-movie starring current WWE champ John Cena.
Does the thought of people getting eaten in pies interest you more than pumpkin pie this Halloween season?
Starting with the same Rolling Stones' song that opened GoodFellas, Martin Scorsese's The Departed quickly proves to be far from his recent films, The Aviator and Gangs of New York.
Beck is all about using available resources; the early fan was often treated to some interpretive leaf blowing followed by flaming acoustic guitar jams.
Seventeen years, foreign television and too many flies make Helen of Troy go from a bombshell to a time bomb.
What a great album. Sam's Town sucks you in and before you know it, you've heard the whole thing.
This album would make a god-awful Public Service Announcement. Why, you ask? Boys and Girls in America is chock-full of references to wild parties, drugs and alcohol, with a touch of sex thrown in the mix.
Whenever Martin Scorsese releases a film, expectations are high -- especially when there's an all-star ensemble of actors in tow.
Indie-pop powerhouses The Decemberists have garnered much well-earned acclaim during their five-year existence, due mostly to bandleader Colin Meloy's melodic prowess and imaginative lyrics.
Chamillionaire. Green Day. Usher. Cake. R. Kelly. These artists, varied though they are, have just received what might be the highest acclamation the music industry can offer.
Remember that plucky, prepubescent energy that compelled you to question everything? Remember that barefaced amusement with the world that you left behind along with bug dissections and cartoon reenactments? Likening Demetri Martin to a kid is the most flattering comparison I can offer the 30-something stand-up comic.
Roskosmos, a short film by fourth-year Media Studies major and student-filmmaker Rom Alejandro, is frightening and intelligent.
Bring your bags of sawdust Oct. 14 to Satellite Ballroom and celebrate the coming of Islands. While you're there, feel free to insult Winston Churchill; no one will care.
Charlottesville boasts renowned venues for all kinds of art -- live, contemporary and classic -- and hosts the legendary Virginia Film Festival.
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.
Do you enjoy habitual beatings to the face? Do you prefer your bubble baths in hydrochloric acid?
There seem to be two general attitudes concerning fraternities. On one hand, they're great, they throw parties and give out free beer.
In 2003, Ima Robot released their self-titled debut album -- a lovely electro-pop romp which was at times beautiful, at times funny, and for the most part, composed of raw awesomeness.
