BBC Music's Scores

  • Music
For 1,831 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 68% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 28% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1.1 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 74
Highest review score: 100 Live in Detroit 1986
Lowest review score: 20 If Not Now, When?
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 7 out of 1831
1831 music reviews
    • 74 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Here the daughter of bossa nova creator Joao Gilberto has made an album that either drowns in its own sensuousness and sentimentality.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Just occasionally the band drops hints that they might have a future beyond this loutish, two-dimensional debut.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The problem with The Fall in 2011 is straightforward, really. The band isn't very good. Or, to put it another way, they are very slick and versatile rock musicians, but they have absolutely no sound of their own.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There’s nothing wrong with experimentation, and a handful of rock tracks here could have worked well. But to make a whole album based around a sound Lil Wayne is so inexperienced with is simply outrageous.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    To use a fishy term, McCartney well and truly floundered with this one.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This is music that rings shrilly with a deafening hollowness, an unashamed fakery akin to a dream-state where fantasy and reality have become mixed and hopelessly muddied.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Until Now is best experienced with your critical faculties compromised.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    If the novelty had already worn off by the time of their second album in 2005, this comeback effort tests the patience beyond breaking point.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The 2011 incarnation of Incubus is a depressingly dull and sterile proposition and, really, we wouldn't wish these bland wet blanket anthems on anyone.