Since her star turn in Lost in Translation, Scarlett Johansson has always managed to keep a foothold on the classier, cool side of Hollywood. But now, with her Dave Sitek-produced debut album, Anywhere I Lay My Head, due out May 20 on Atco/Rhino, the comparisons to fellow musically-inclined young actresses were sure to follow.

PATTI SMITH: DREAM OF LIFE
The pitch: As unconventional and free-form as the poet-rocker herself, photographer turned filmmaker Steven Sebring's cerebral but humane portrait was shot over nearly a dozen years with Smith's full participation.

In 2005, Panic at the Disco's debut, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, arrived overflowing with logorrheic song titles, histrionic hooks, and teenage angst. It earned them a platinum record, but also scores of skeptics -- among them the band's own guitarist/lyricist Ryan Ross (okay, almost). "I can't knock that album too much," says Ross.

It's uncensored, so if you're focused, you might see a nipple," says Marion Raven, introducing her video "Heads Will Roll" on the online network No Good TV.

Not since the early '90s has anyone been as enthusiastic about New York City nightlife as Moby seems to be. Perched on the edge of the couch in his surprisingly small SoHo apartment, the 42-year-old techno-vegan eagerly admits what few other rave veterans would: Last Night, his new album, could very well have been recorded during the Clinton presidency.

When we went into the studio, we had nothing," says Greg Dulli, 42, the former Afghan Whigs and current Twilight Singers frontman, from a corner booth at Footsie's,