Today, the ‘90s new jill swing trio SWV (Sisters with Voices) released their first non-holiday album since 1997's Release Some Tension. This fourth full-length is full of songs that find the fortysomething women singing about various states of love and longing, but the subtext is so blatant that it's practically just text. The album is called I Missed Us, named after a song that reminisces about past love, but named for the nostalgia that fuels this comeback and its contents.

As part of our ongoing project to catalog the 2012 presidential election from a metal point of view, we've been soliciting presidential endorsements from noteworthy American metal musicians. Today: Magrudergrund.

Closing out Coachella's second night, main-stage headliners Radiohead brought out their extensive back catalog for a satiating two-hour set in front of "easily the largest gathering at the festival so far," according to RollingStone.com.

Following Courtney Love's wild Twitter rant accusing daughter Frances Bean Cobain of sleeping with her father's former bandmate Dave Grohl, the usually press-shy Frances is speaking out with a prepared statement:

Whenever I hear electronic music this caustic, I like to imagine my (now dead) grandparents listening to it (when they were alive). Try it, it's fun. Rest in peace, guys (unless this is playing).

There's been lots of Pulp talk this week, thanks to frontman Jarvis Cocker's show at the Whitney (under his Relaxed Muscle guise), an appearance on Jimmy Fallon and two concerts at Radio City Music Hall. I'm seeing them there tonight to get a hit of the narcotic that is nostalgia.

Last night on her private Twitter account @cbabymichelle, Courtney Love accused 43-year-old Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl of putting the moves on 19-year-old Frances Bean Cobain, whom she claims went home with Grohl. "He had that romney rape thing about him," she mysteriously concludes about the "gross old man macking on Kurt Cobain's only child."

Lollapalooza announced the Chicago-based music festival's 2012 line-up last night, and the overarching theme this year appears to be "tried and true."

We wrote about Nicki Minaj last week, but I don't think I properly salivated over this little monster, which had its video debut over the weekend. Minaj's laid-back (though varied) delivery underscores the innate greatness she's claiming and the track is ferocious despite being a deceptively calm design of ricocheting sonar sounds and growling sub-bass. It's all testament to the virtue of not trying to hard, and as such, it's the first Nicki-led song that I've found compulsively listenable. Even if this is the only good thing to come out of Roman's Revenge, the otherwise underwhelming project will have been worth it.

As part of our ongoing project to catalog the 2012 presidential election from a metal point of view, we've been soliciting presidential endorsements from noteworthy American metal musicians. Today: Cormorant.

There's a doozy of an essay by the 27-or-so-years-old Alexandra Molotkow in this weekend's New York Times Magazine. "Why the Old-School Music Snob Is the Least Cool Kid on Twitter" argues, in a meandering, ultimately unpersuasive manner, that listening to obscure music was once cool, but snobbery has been replaced by populism. While there is a fair argument to make about the Internet democratizing not just access to independent music, but mass media to those who might otherwise have ignored it were they not confronted by page after tweet after Spotify Facebook update of it, Molotkow does not go there.

When I watched Making the Boys, the documentary about Mart Crowley's seminal gay play Boys in the Band and its film adaptation, from which the clip above was pulled, I was a little horrified to see Christian Siriano conflating his ignorance with cuteness. (I'll concede that getting goofy could be his way of dealing with embarrassment, and it seems very gotcha of director Crayton Robey to spring this question without checking first if this small, smirking haircut of a human was familiar with the subject of his doc.) Regardless, don't do this. Don't neglect the work that helped facilitate the increasing levels of public acceptance you experience, and don't act like it's funny when you do. Don't be a Christian.

Sand boobs. What a fun gal.

Several costumed pugs perform Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony's "1st of tha Month." I usually have a fairly low tolerance for, you know, this kind of thing, but, come on. Bone-Pugz-n-Harmony! [via Harris Wittels]

From now on, I'm going to post my favorite song of the day, everyday. It may be old, it may be new, it may be my favorite of what has flooded the music blogs in the past few hours. You never know. Anything goes with Anna Nicole.

A civil conversation about the new Nicki Minaj album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded, between a Nicki skeptic (Rich Juzwiak) and a Nicki stan (Emma Carmichael).

No one seems to know why the Mary J. Blige Burger King commercial above has been scrubbed from the internet. We spoke with someone who worked on it (he didn't know). We reached out to Burger King for a comment and have yet to hear back.

As part of our ongoing project to catalog the 2012 presidential election from a metal point of view, we've been soliciting presidential endorsements from noteworthy American metal musicians. Today: UZALA.

As a Dance Party USA enthusiast, I'd be remiss if I didn't share this 1989 video of a Pretty Hate Machine-era Nine Inch Nails performing on the Philly-based teen dance show that the internet's freaking out about. It's funny that the man who'd soon go on to proclaim, "I want to fuck you like an animal" is performing for a not-yet-legal crowd, although this particular track is pretty tame and synth-poppy. When it came to corrupting young minds, they had much work ahead of them.

As part of our ongoing project to catalog the 2012 presidential election from a metal point of view, we've been soliciting presidential endorsements from noteworthy American metal musicians. Today: In Defence.