"Yeah, I'd fuck Diddy," says Los Angeles-based battle rapper Daylyt in this new VladTV interview. "I'm not gonna front, I'd fuck the shit out of Diddy...Like, why not? Diddy's attractive. Get him off, like, a bottle of Ciroc, a shot of Ciroc, he got plenty of Ciroc. I'll fuck...Like, pause, no homo, let's really be honest, Diddy thick, yo."

When you first step inside the Times Square Guitar Center, perhaps you hear the opening arpeggios of "Stairway to Heaven," floating across the sales floor like a spring breeze. Then, the "Crazy Train" solo adds a dissonant but not altogether unpleasant counterpoint, followed closely by the "Layla" chorus riff, as if in fugue. By the time "Enter Sandman" starts, slow and lumbering, things are starting to sound ugly.

Bill Gross is the billionaire head of the enormous bond fund Pimco and one of the most influential men in finance. But Bill Gross's 25-year-old son, Nick, is pure 100% rocking and rolling.

And now, more magic from our generation's greatest interpreter of popular song.

Proven theory: Nothing sets white commenters off faster than offhandedly mentioning the phenomenon of "mainly white people dancing to reggae music" in your Jimmy Cliff concert review.

Is platinum-certified, platinum-haired Australian rapper Iggy Azalea a racist, or a harmless drag queen? Is she a racist drag queen? Are all drag queens racists? Are all racists drag queens? Who knows! Well, one man does, certainly: Roots drummer/author/curator Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson. Questlove is just about the wisest music expert pop culture currently has, and in an interview with TIME, he weighs in on the woman who has set so many social-justice-inclined fingers aflutter this summer.

"You know, I have slept with a lot of guys in the industry, but none of them helped me get my record deals. Which is annoying." - Lana Del Rey, who tells Complex she didn't fuck her way up to the top, as her song suggests.

On Friday, the BBC radio station 1Xtra, which bills itself as "the UK's leading black music station," released its list of the "Top 20 Most Important UK Artists In The Scene." At the top was Ed Sheeran, an acoustic guitar-toting folk-rocker who looks like Ron Weasley.

Every once in a while, the internet gets it shit together and actually does something worthwhile for the world. This week presents one such an occasion, with the news that the brutal pre-teen metal band Unlocking the Truth landed a $1.8 million record deal from Sony.

Like we always do at this time, share your current jams (summer or otherwise) in the comments below like so:

Robin Thicke's ode to his estranged wife, his seventh studio album, Paula, is a commercial disaster. In its first week, it sold 24,000 copies in the U.S.—that's an almost 87 percent drop from the first-week haul of last year's Blurred Lines (177,000 copies), and even less than Jennifer Lopez's recent A.K.A., which is widely regarded as an instant flop. To contrast, this week's No. 1 album on the Billboard 200, Trey Songz's Trigga, did 105,000 copies.

"I felt like a liar, telling people to love themselves as they are, while I was being hateful to myself and really hurting my body." - Kesha on the eating disorder that led to a two-month stint in rehab, in an essay she wrote for Elle U.K.

Looking back, it kinda reminds me of this '80s movie, The Gods Must Be Crazy, in which some dimwit inadvertently drops a Coca-Cola bottle from an airplane flying over a remote Indigenous African community.

Boyz II Men: one of the most beloved R&B groups of our youth, whose songs provided the soundtrack to the vast majority of the slow dances, graduations, and funerals of the 1990s. What are those guys up to now?

Just like we did last time, share your current jams in the comments below. I'm assuming they will be summer jams, because it is summer, but I also will not judge you if you don't live in the Northern hemisphere or otherwise don't acknowledge summer or like that word and instead refer to these as your "blockbuster season jams" or your "lotsa shark talk time of year jams."

Prince — pioneering musician, style icon, and intellectual property miser — has written a song about an internet meme.

Lana Del Rey, the musical persona of Lizzy Grant, lives in an uncanny valley between the extremes of pop star and real girl. She looks something like both, but really is neither. This is why she enchants people, this is why she pisses people off (often simultaneously—her ardent detractors can argue against her artistic value but would be hypocrites to deny her ability to fascinate). She rubs right up against notions of authenticity with a singer-songwriter guise that can feel confessional—her terrific new album Ultraviolence is full of revelations of things generally not said in public. She explores what it is to be a proud mistress, an opportunist out for "money, power, and glory," a hack who, as a song title puts it, "Fucked My Way Up to the Top." (Duncan Cooper's rather astute profile of Del Rey in Fader links that song to a relationship Del Rey had with a record exec, even though Del Rey has claimed that it's about a hater.)

In the slightly NSFW clip above from the Brazilian talk show The Noite, American singer-songwriter Sky Ferreira is presented with the cover of her album Night Time, My Time, on which she appears topless (photographer/director Gaspar Noé shot it). The comedian host of the show, Danilo Gentili, asks Ferreira, via a translator, "Do you think everybody loves your work because of the music or also because of the cover...and because of the tits, of course?"

Watching one of MattyB's videos feels a little like watching Kidz Bop, or Justin Bieber's pre-fame YouTube clips. Songs you know are sanitized and made kid-friendly, with an impossibly cherubic tweenage boy front and center, belting them out. "This kid's pretty good," you might think. "Maybe he'll find an audience someday."

Last week, Mariah Carey released her 14^th studio album, Me. I Am Mariah…The Elusive Chanteuse. Here are some things to consider when considering Mariah Carey, especially at this juncture in her 24-year career.