Rob Harvilla

How a weird singer-songwriter scored the year’s unlikeliest hit.

If Springsteen is right, the glory days of Brooklyn’s best rock band may lie just ahead.

Indie-rap fireplug El-P returns . . . bombastically bleak as ever.

A dissertation on the No. 1 song in America.

We still mourn Grandaddy’s demise, but it’s time to choose a new Favorite Band.

BRMC’s “just folks” makeover goes down in flames.

Who’s responsible for the best music of the 1980s? Nintendo.

John McCrea’s band is the most underrated of the alt-rock era.

Maybe devout followers of Neutral Milk Hotel should prepare for a second coming.

A lush soundscape of Rock Critic Jargon I will never use again.