If this album were a little worse, I could have written something like "Listening to Work feels like a job!" Then David would give me a big check and some girl would blow me, because puns are the best. Sadly, though, it's just a pretty good pop record.

Swedish indie-pop enigma jj broke out last year, gaining notoriety with their cannabis-emblazoned full-length debut, jj n° 2.  With their follow-up, jj n° 3, they won't be so lucky.

That's right, bitches. Nick fucking Jonas. Strap in.

Will the real Charlotte Gainsbourg please stand up? On the evidence of IRM, the answer is, apparently, a resounding 'no'.

Lindstrøm returns from the 57th disco dimension to supply us with more spaced-out grooves, ably abetted by Christabelle.

An open letter in response to an album of murky tone and questionable production from an otherwise reliable listener-friendly pop band.

Listening to Ke$ha's hyper-sexual, misanthropic disco debut Animal is a lot like watching an insecure college freshman try to heal deep emotional scarring with alcohol and promiscuity.

There are great songs on Florence and the Machine's debut album, Lungs.  You just have to sift through all the excess fat to find them.

The Dodos follow up last year's mini-triumph with a slick disappointment.

Money isn't everything. It's the only thing.