Music

The artist and DJ’s first solo show at Tramway, Glasgow, is a stunning exploration of West African music

On the eve of his 50th birthday, Harmony Holiday pens an elegy to the late rapper, whose death was announced last week

From Billie Holiday to Kendrick Lamar, Black music has often created space for rest and repose

The clubland veteran is committed to sharing stories of survival

How Spotify and YouTube gave rise to an indie pop ‘internet muzak’

Pop Smoke’s posthumous release is an authoritarian play on the senses

The artist’s ambitious fourth studio album is a genre-bending journey of defiance and radiant elation

For David Grubbs, an onrush of music has led to a rethinking of musical ‘speed’ itself

The singer discusses sex, dancing and Elvis on his new album, Set My Heart on Fire Immediately

After Hours is filled with a familiar, sometimes crushing, sense of yearning for something more

In 2019, the cityscape around the club has shifted dramatically; the Berlin epithet ‘poor but sexy’ a fading memory

The 2013 album is a compelling record of our collective fracturing 

Pharoah demonstrates a way to be in the world as a Black artist, expressing a sense of pride that does not violate privacy

Few other labels could claim to have cultivated such a coherent philosophy over the years: one which unites the pleasure of partying with its darker side

Informed by the legacies of funk and jazz, the artist’s many collaborations are given space to shine

The singer committed her life to defying a classical music industry that was not only deeply critical of women’s bodies, but also sceptical of black talent

The group, who will perform at London’s City Lit this week, push experimental composition to its limit

The ‘lost’ record captures the saxophonist at a time when he was thinking that albums could aspire to be something grander than a string of loosely woven tunes

Hear from the performers at this year's Frieze Music in London, empowered by Moncler Genius with LUISAVIAROMA, in partnership with BMW

The collective’s 1998 record – creating tension that builds like a fever – remains a shadowy noir, and a harbinger of human tragedy