Matt Bean

Let's get this straight right now: You don't watch a show about people who exploit dumpster babies, smoke crack to fake Medicare claims, or bribe morgue attendants for “15 minutes alone with the corpses” because you’re a sick fuck. But the good news...

When Nigel Godrich, Radiohead’s Grammy-minting producer, hollers with an invite to record an album, well, you start making plans for Nigel. That’s what happened to the Brooklyn indie band Here We Go Magic in late winter of last year, when Godrich, the de facto sixth member of Radiohead, happened to mention that, you know, he had some time...

You’re probably wondering where they’ve been, the Rapture, the band whose skittering high hats, steroidal, 4/4 kick-drum thwump, cowbell clang and swooping, shrieking vocals helped launch the dance-punk revolution back in 1998. You may have watched as the career of their one-time producer James Murphy arced skyward, and as his own elaborately staged denouement at Madison Square Garden unfolded, pu

So did you pick your Beastie or did your Beastie pick you? Seems like an apt question for a guy best known for playing the diminutive savior of Middle Earth, and whose cameo in the new Beastie Boys short film with every comedian this side of Will Ferrell seems just a bit out of place...

Das Racist aren’t for everyone, which is to say if you’re stupid, you probably won’t like them. Theirs is a stream-of-consciousness kind of rap, a balance of bong rips and biting racial commentary flooded with YouTube memes, in-jokes, shout-outs, opinion-page fodder and pop-culture detritus...

Yelawolf, a.k.a. Catfish Billy, a.k.a. Michael Wayne Atha, is in a van rumbling through rough and huge Canadian mountains, about as far away from a comfort zone as possible for a NASCAR-loving, shotgun-blasting, catfish-wrasslin’ rapper, as the creation myth goes...