By: Brian Berger

The irrepress­ible embod­iment of America’s racial ambi­guities

By: Tucker Cummings

His minimalist compo­sitions are haunted by his counter­tenor voice

By: Alix Lambert

Sometimes it pays a man to keep his eyes closed.

By: Lynn Peril

The Groovies with and without Loney were different forces of nature.

By: Adam McGovern

David Cassidy vs. David Bowie — who won?

By: Brian Berger

Unknown until word of his devotion to conjunto spread.

By: Brian Berger

He played unique variations on the art-life dialectic.

By: Brian Berger

An inspired, slurry vocalist of darkness and wit.

By: Adam McGovern

The archetypal brand of the iconic mass-culture chanteuse.

By: Brian Berger

From his 1956 debut album onward, his sound was unique.

By: Devin McKinney

Rock’n’roll and soul infused with humor, gravity, and sex.

By: Mark Kingwell

His horn rendered a neurotic Scott Fitzgerald beauty in sound.

By: Tor Aarestad

“We are Northern white crap that talks back.”

By: Adam McGovern

Most pop is escapism; this is sanctuary.

By: Tor Aarestad

Rollins is CEO, “Henry Rollins” is his product, plenitude is the priority.