Body and Soul, They Were Creeps

Where has all the self-flagellation gone on rock radio?

The fourth single from Stone Temple Pilots' debut was an acoustic dirge called "Creep." That statement is an anomaly for two reasons. First, when was the last time any album, especially a mainstream rock record, broke four singles? U2 pulled it off with All That You Can't Leave Behind, but I leave U2 out of this argument because A) Bono has managed to turn

The A-D Review

Is the one-armed Veruca Salt's IV genius or junk?

Somebody recently remarked to me that if this column wanted to be painfully literal, I should rename it "Kyle Uses Too Much Hyperbole to Talk About Incidental Music." I'm not sure whether or not that was meant to be an insult or a helpful suggestion -- my ability to identify irony seems to be disappearing as I age -- but I will allow that it's true, and that's problematic.

It's Still, Like, Whatever

Re-visiting one of the greatest soundtracks in A-D history.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a column about Smoking Popes (read more) and mentioned how important the Clueless soundtrack was in the life of several bands, and I said I would write about that record soon. This is that column.

VMA Blog, A-D Style

A minute-by-minute, blow-by-blow run through the 2006 Video Music Awards. And a bit of involuntary channel surfing.

The MTV Video Music Awards are almost always the most overhyped event of the year, but their knack for courting controversy (or even courting entertainment) has slipped in the new millennium.

Chicago's Greatest Cancer Sticks

A-D takes a long drag of the Smoking Popes.

The very first festival I ever went to was the first Radio 104 Big Day Off in Hartford.

Burning Sensation

Paris Hilton is the problem. It's time to step up and be the solution.

Whenever a magazine, website, whatever, compiles a list of the worst albums of all time, there's usually a special place in hell reserved for non-musicians who make an attempt at striking pop-music gold.

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