Radiohead is back on stage for the first time since 2018 — and it turns out taking a break didn’t dull the blade. The band rolled into Madrid and delivered 25 tracks of existential beauty, glitch-rock transcendence, and “hey remember emotions?” energy. We’re not crying, you’re crying.
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Morrissey cancels Mexico tour dates due to “extreme exhaustion.” We wish him a speedy recovery — but maybe it’s time for a Smiths reunion instead of another solo burnout
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Shakira and The Weeknd are turning up the volume on global change, joining FIFA’s Global Citizen Education Board alongside Serena Williams, Ivanka Trump, and other power players. They’re aiming to raise $100 million for global education — because who better to inspire the next generation than the artists who already own the charts (and our hearts)?
Katy Perry and Justin Trudeau have gone public in Paris — proving that love is blind, fame is contagious, and apparently political careers can survive anything except good taste in music.
Kevin Parker finally ended his five-year disappearing act, dropping Deadbeat — a technicolor blend of vintage rave energy and signature Tame Impala brilliance. The track “Loser” stars Stranger Things’ Joe Keery (aka Steve Harrington with a better haircut), and yes, the vibes are immaculate.
Nicki Minaj says “no more music” and blames Jay-Z for it — but we’re not convinced this is anything more than a world-class hype job. Maybe the real jackpot isn’t in a Vegas casino — it’s in album pre-sales.
Kylie Jenner jumped into the musical deep end with her debut on “Fourth Strike”, channeling her “King Kylie” alter ego. Whether it’s brilliant branding or just noise, we’ve got thoughts — and no, we didn’t listen with the volume up.
When Dua Lipa hit the stage in San Francisco, nobody expected a dose of punk royalty. But then Billie Joe Armstrong strolled out, and suddenly pop met power chords. Let’s just say — San Francisco woke up, and it wasn’t September anymore.
