If you were hoping for something new from the newest album by the Seattle-bred Foo Fighters, well, this isn’t quite your album. Concrete and Gold isn’t exactly bad, and it even has its better moments, but it brings nothing new to the table, nor does have any discernible thematic focus.
Everyone’s favorite guitar plucking ginger is back and slaying it with yet his latest line of mathematically titled albums.
If I were to make a list of bands that have successfully pulled off genre transitions, AFI would be very near the top of the list.
What happens when you find yourself living in the Home of the Strange?
February isn’t even over yet, and already we have an album to beat for best of the year.
Tyler Joseph’s funny little friend is quite the creep, isn’t he? But ultimately, that’s the point of this remarkable little album.
In order to get the most out of life, you have to reflect on your past.