“Doom and Gloom,” the Rolling Stones’ first new song in more than six years, finds Mick Jagger at his preening, taking-no-shit best — bitching about people who bitch, spittle-spewing like old times.

An album applying some of the Eric Dolphy conception of out-jazz to the cinematic creepiness of David Lynch’s classic films can only be rightfully called Out To Lynch, right?

Most famous for her breakout late-1980s hit “What I Am” with the New Bohemians, Edie Brickell always had an uneasy relationship with fame — and eventually she would leave music behind entirely.

The Bee Gees were in a precarious position in early 1969 when their only original double album was first released. After two years of solid worldwide success and big hits, the Brothers Gibb were not getting along

Fire Red Moon is neither the arena rock of Craig Chaquico’s days with Jefferson Starship, nor the chart-topping smooth jazz that he initially turned to as a solo artist. It’s something grittier, more primordial — and utterly surprising.

First, I’ll come right out admit that, unlike a lot of co-called critics, I kind of like covers albums. The complaints usually range from variants on “Their career is over and they’re desperate”