Pre-Drake, Canada’s rappers aimed no higher than conquering the Great White North.
To be a hard-core fan is to understand that, for a long time, the Hip was judged on what it was never able to do: crack America.
If Jesse “The Devil” Hughes has proven one thing in the wake of this past November’s horrific attacks in Paris, it’s that ignorance doesn
KISS founder might have to wait for death of rap
With Live Nation putting an official cloak of silence around the cancellation of the Squamish Valley Music Festival, it looks like Pemberton just won
For an underprivileged, overanxious teenager growing up in the car-theft capital of North America—aka Surrey—music was the sweetest escape.
This is one PR disaster that's not going away.
See how you like having a kid screaming at you all day
As the final days of 2015 slip away, it’s officially time to reflect on the stories from the year that just was.
The scariest thing about what happened at the Bataclan? That’s easy: it could’ve been any one of us who loves live music
Under normal circumstances, laying down vocal tracks and guitar melodies has its own set of challenges.
As the great poet and prophet Nick Cave sagely observed on The Boatman’s Call, people ain’t no good. And the more shows that you attend, the more profound those words become.
When Tyler, the Creator speaks his mind, people listen.
If you’re a music fan, this is a fantastic time to live in Surrey. (And if you don’t, it’s a good time to visit.)
Screw the four-octave voice—the truly remarkable thing about Ariana Grande is the way she’s been so relentlessly smart about her branding.
With the possible exception of the gorgeously mulleted burnouts from Heavy Metal Parking Lot, who would’ve thought we’d be sorry to see Mötley Crüe shuffle off into the abyss?
Moby is still out there, harping PETA half-truths at people and trying to be America’s answer to Morrissey.
By all accounts, Drew Burns never got misty-eyed or nostalgic about the Commodore Ballroom from the time he stopped running it in 1996 to
Why wasn’t Iggy Azalea’s brain as big as her deservedly fabled ass?
Joan Jett’s finest moment—the one that sums up everything about how insanely great she is—doesn’t tend to get a lot of play once you go beyond the hard-core faithful.
To those on the outside looking in, he might be the most mammothly messed-up megastar in the long and sordid history of pop music.
How utterly traumatizing to discover that Cervenka has seemingly turned into the female equivalent of Ted Nugent.
As for charges that “Hello Kitty” was offensive, everyone needs to take two steps back and breathe.
England’s most famously sanctimonious bigmouth has struck again.
While it was Nirvana’s night, it was the women who stole the show.