The 17 most-anticipated albums of July

Relative to June’s torrent of music, July is a light month, at least until the surprise releases start dropping. But there’s still plenty of good stuff to get excited about: In addition to new albums from Dirty Projectors, The Internet, and Deafheaven, we’re looking forward to Liars’ final project together, a mini-LP…

St. Vincent, No Age, and Yeasayer were the next wave of 2007

To commemorate 60 years of the Billboard Hot 100, Off The Charts revisits each year since it was established to spotlight songs and artists that didn’t make the cut, yet still made a significant impact. Years are chosen randomly and—to make it even harder on ourselves—rules for inclusion are that neither the songs nor…

Losing their edge, again: The year of indie rock’s inevitable midlife crisis

Back in February, Dirty Projectors’ David Longstreth took to his Instagram to pose an existential question: “Is it me or is the condition of indie rock in the 24½th century both bad and boujee?” “Bad,” he meant, in the sense that it was now largely a “musically underwhelming” Xerox of groups that came before. “Boujee”…

Kesha, The War On Drugs, and more music to expect in August

Every Friday, dozens of new records are released into the wild. Some make big splashes, and others sink almost immediately. For most music consumers, it’s almost too much information, and save for those precious few who spend their hours glued to review sites and release calendars, it’s hard to know what’s coming out…

What are you listening to this week?

It’s become slightly easier to predict what a new Liars album will sound like. I say “slightly” only in the sense that, after evolving from herky-jerky dance-punk to haunted drones to tense dark-wave across one of the most stylistically diverse bodies of work in modern art, the group’s sound is nevertheless united by…

Find out which lying backstabber dared unfollow you on Twitter and Facebook

One of the cruel realities of our new, social media-driven life is that it’s removed all the comforting ambiguity from ditching your friends. There once was a time when, if you hadn’t heard from someone in a while, you could just assume they were too busy. You’d smile wistfully as you reflected on the forking paths…