Remember when Andy McMahon loved the Beach Boys? Sigh. Me, too.

The Dylan who performed last Sunday at Barton Hall may not have bore even a passing resemblance to the folk legend of old — but that's a great thing, writes Zachary Zahos '15.

Although the Anonymous 4 have been singing for over 25 years, to hear them is to experience what feels like centuries more.

A rundown of this week's best events. 

The Strokes we were introduced to all those many years ago — before 9/11, before the garage rock explosion and before radio-bound guitar music was defined by its proximity to Mumford and Sons — are a lot different than the guys we are listening to on Comedown Machine.

Though it sounds paradoxical, upon first listen I found Muchacho — the sixth album by Phosphorescent, Matthew Houck’s musical moniker — to be annoyingly placid. Surely an album that evokes such contentedness must be lacking in depth, right? Isn’t good art necessarily the product of emotional extremes? Wrong. 

Daveen Koh '13 takes a closer look at the pitfalls of fame for young stars.

Looking for that song to complete your Valentines Day? We have a whole playlist. Treat your loved one, or yourself, to only the best.