cokemachineglow's Scores

  • Music
For 1,772 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 51% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 46% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1.8 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 71
Highest review score: 100 Art Angels
Lowest review score: 2 Rain In England
Score distribution:
1772 music reviews
    • 44 Metascore
    • 41 Critic Score
    The songs themselves aren’t so much unlistenable as just a little sad, highlighting the fact that Iggy Pop is less-than-scary nowadays, and his voice is shot to hell.
    • 80 Metascore
    • 57 Critic Score
    If this is EitS attempting to summarize and compact their three previous albums into one easily consumable package, the results merely drag the listener along through series of “catastrophic” cues that tell them what they should be feeling.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 41 Critic Score
    Okereke now sings instead of barking, and, well, oops on him.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 45 Critic Score
    This Youth Group record is a diluted version of already watered-down music; not only is it not as good as their first album, I’m not sure it’s as good as Keane’s first album.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Crow’s ego and identity have been largely removed from Living Well’s equation, and in its place are a number of undeviating, short, one-word-title indie rock songs that don’t require an explanation or setup.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Hip Hop Is Dead’s fruitless and one-dimensional rhetoric is sure to depress the Nas fan more than any of his didactics.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 48 Critic Score
    Its problems are both wide-reaching and acute, an album full of tiny misfired rhymes and shiny-dildo drum hits that add up to what I’ll go ahead and label Jigga’s second worst record, after 2002’s abysmal The Blueprint 2.0.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 49 Critic Score
    This loosely associated collection of songs isn't even the logical extension of some of the more unwise artistic wanderings of Worlds Apart (2005).
    • 73 Metascore
    • 54 Critic Score
    Doctor’s Advocate is essentially a long album of just okay rhymes, just okay rapping, and (without the benefit of best-of-year sublimity like Cool & Dre’s “Hate It or Love It” production) a lot of just okay beats.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 43 Critic Score
    Every song seems like it all went through a grime factory conveyor belt, and at the expense of being cohesive, Public Warning grows a bit repetitive.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 47 Critic Score
    These songs contain all the accoutrements of anguish and despair: he sings the words, he screams the words. So why does it all sound so fake?
    • 67 Metascore
    • 56 Critic Score
    Sure, they love the album and want more people to know about it: admirable. But c’mon, why not just get rip-roarin’ drunk, bring in a bunch of friends, and make a legendary album of their own.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 57 Critic Score
    +/- have abandoned their bipolarity, which I was willing to call “complexity” or “potential” until just now, for a straightforward record that yields none of the possible benefits of a straightforward record.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 57 Critic Score
    Flavorless.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 56 Critic Score
    I’m convinced that Beck Hansen has a few more good albums in him. One thing’s for sure, though: The Information isn’t one of them.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    A much more mediocre, boring, phoned-in, lyrically tripe-y batch of tip-toeing Brit-pop snooze-o-rama-fests.
    • 78 Metascore
    • 54 Critic Score
    Inevitably, most of the studio design on each song is greedy and belabored. Everything is in its right place, but everything is too obvious or too proportionally gaudy to warrant more than a signatory “lo-fi” moniker.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 53 Critic Score
    Ludacris has created the most uneven album of his career, so frontloaded it might as well be an EP.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 56 Critic Score
    Beyoncé’s an artist who’s not sure how to sell her full personality and craft in lieu of selling what she thinks we want.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 55 Critic Score
    Pretty dull.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Her multitudinous influences, free from the collagen that an omnipresent production team offered, have dissolved and separated out of their former matrix, the subsequent runny blotches of genre-hashing burbling up to fill Kelis Was Here with rubbish that has no discernible order.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 57 Critic Score
    This is as fully realized an example of the Friedberger vision that exists, which is why it’s so frustrating that Winter Women never really gets off the ground, or that Holy Ghost wallows in its creator’s own pique.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 55 Critic Score
    The French Kicks have become too smooth and repetitive; they have been polished featureless and barely resemble four distinct personalities contributing to one idea.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 56 Critic Score
    Cansei de Ser Sexy is a catchy, brief, and sweaty romp, but nothing that will wow, nothing that’ll smart, nothing that’ll leave a phone number next to the dildo on the bedside table the morning after.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Unfortunately, it seems the group is more interested in refining, rather than re-defining, their craft, whose torpid mechanics bear no mystery, no guts behind all that glamour.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    His delivery's certainly interesting, but lacking the nuances of and empathy of, say, Mike Skinner, it's best deployed when not framed by anachronistic loops.
    • 78 Metascore
    • 57 Critic Score
    Half of The Sun Awakens is vigorous and wonderful; half is abhorrent and stultifying.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 59 Critic Score
    Nothing is really very exciting here, or very interesting.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Neither funny nor thought-provoking, the band strains for touchstones beyond the technicality of prog-metal and rarely achieves them.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 59 Critic Score
    The Secret Machines are still super tight, Josh Garza’s still got restrained guitar awe on his side, every song’s arrangement is still an ebb and re-ebb of soaking synth and organ drone, and the lyrics still battle with neo-adult ennui. Is it any wonder, then, that there comes a time when this can just get dull?