"Bring The Noize"
It takes big huevos for an MC to name their song after Public Enemy's agit-rap landmark. But there you go. Spitting bare-knuckle rhymes over turret-gun electro-beats, she's still hurling psychedelic firebombs ("do ya like my perfume? Made it at home with gasoline and 'shrooms") and shouting down Babylon ("it's not me and you, it's the fucking banks!"). And she can still get surprisingly gorgeous, as on the haunting bhangra-styled outro. In short, she sounds hungry, al... | More »
"Came Back Haunted"
Trent Reznor has spent the past few years experimenting with soundtracks and playing with his side band How to Destroy Angels. The first NIN single since 2008 returns to what he does best: techno-disco soul-gnashing on the vampires-only side of the dance floor. | More »
"Waiting in Vain (Jim James remix)"
My Morning Jacket's frontman contributes this minimalist reworking to the dubious Legend remix project, keeping Marley's original vocals foregrounded and largely intact, adding squishy old-school keyboards, burly drums and little else. A smart move that lets Marley's greatness speak for itself. | More »
"We Can't Stop"
Cyrus' new single is a party-pomp anthem originally written for Rihanna. Her attempt at club-entering swag is adorable, but there's still a bit too much Disney in her voice to fill the track. Its lyrics – "Can't you see it's we who 'bout that life?" – would be an odd fit for any singer. | More »
"Oh Come On"
After battling Lyme disease for several years, Kathleen Hanna returns with a band-size version of her solo moniker. This finds garage-pop middle ground (guitar solo and everything!) between Le Tigre's bounce and Bikini Kill's howl. Ms. Hanna, you have no idea how good it is to have you back. | More »
The country-rock firebrand returns with a roaring bit of gender theory, riding on M. Ward's silvery guitar lines, reminding a lover of who wears the pants. "I am the man in the fucking moon," she sings. " 'Cause you didn't know what a man was/Until I showed you." Um, served. | More »
"I can live fast if I want, I can go slow all night long," Beyoncé declares on this dazzling sister anthem to "Bow Down/I Been On." But silk sheets are nowhere in evidence: Instead, you're invited to eat her dust. Timbaland, shaking off his chill-time experience with Justin Timberlake, slams together sounds from West African drums to South Bronx beatboxing to (in a genius sample) Valley Girl vocal fry. Beyoncé steers the teetering hodgepodge into the high-speed lane, her hi... | More »