Drake

To date, this column has taken a broadly anti-AI and AI art stance. I intuitively know that the primary reason I feel this way is due to a personal aesthetic aversion to AI art.

Masego had San Francisco at his fingertips — and he knew it. Enveloped in smoke and a sultry, amber glow, he took The Warfield stage with sheer magnetism on the night of March 14.

His name frequenting top charts globally comes down to Spanish-speaking fans who understand the difference between being “bebecita” and being “bebesota.” But his Latin-trap music also grabs non-Spanish speakers by the hand and salsas with them toward the dance floor.

It's unclear whether Beyoncé follows the culture or the culture follows her, but either way, she remains its ultimate barometer.

The title Honestly, Nevermind pretty much sums it up: Drake’s seventh studio album is a contradictory, convoluted post-breakup ramble.

These small bits and pieces found on the album of Kgositsile’s dedication to a new life are perhaps glazed over by the common listener.

Although the album is characteristically outlandish in its vocal ranges, Punk offers a raw vulnerability that Young Thug has not revealed before.

Before taking the stage at The New Parish on Sept. 9, rapper-songwriter Duckwrth sat backstage in an interview with The Daily Californian, reflecting on bringing his SuperGood tour to a place close to his heart.

In a year of Oprah-investigated monarchies ripe for the toppling, it’s only fitting that Queen of the Barbz Nicki Minaj reexamine her past.

In an interview with The Daily Californian, Miami-based singer Hoosh explained: “The whole concept of it is like … I have no idea what the fuck is going on, does anybody else have any idea what the fuck is going on?”