With the release of the lead single, "I Don't Want to Change You," from Damien Rice's new outing, 'My Favourite Faded Fantasy,' social networks lit up with adulation and praise, as if an old best friend had suddenly re-emerged after a long absence.

T-Bone Burnett received a gift from Bob Dylan, out of the blue: a scrapbook of lyrics written forty-something years ago but never set to music. Burnett assembled a supergroup of artists and recorded the tunes at Capitol Records in Hollywood, and the resulting album largely succeeds. Even Bob Dylan's cast-off ideas make really good songs.

TV on the Radio's new album is a thrilling return: arguably their most accessible effort to date, while still retaining just enough of the inscrutability that helped put them on the map.

Former R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck bemusedly noted, "People tend to think of us as this mystic art band." A new six-DVD box set chronicling the life of the R.E.M., titled 'REMTV', argues a good case for R.E.M.'s revered status. Read a review of the video series and accompanying documentary about the band.

As 'Teenage Kicks' celebrates five years on the air, host Jacquie Fuller shares the videos that have stuck with her so deeply she could "storyboard them for you from memory." See if these videos jog your memory, and share your own favorites.

Stars prove that measuring success on album sales and licensing deals is a poor indication of talent. On their eighth studio album, Stars bolster their brand of synth-based duets, proving they're the same band you know and love.

'Sonic Highways' marks the twentieth anniversary since the band formed to record their hit heavy debut album. Over the past two decades the band that once existed in the halo of Nirvana has emerged as Grohl's true legacy.

Robert Plant's new album opens your ears and your mind to musical possibilities. It's American music reinvented by 21st-century world troubadours.

Weezer's ninth studio full-length combines the classic production of their Blue and Green albums with a more introspective front-man, creating an album reminiscent of the relatable yet pretentious band from the last century.

Yes, you can enjoy Alt-J without knowing the lyrics, but you are missing out on some witty and smart moments. These guys are the Wes Anderson of music: they are self-referential; they allude to poets, books, movies and photographs; and they know how to twist the mundane into a crafty turn of phrase.