cokemachineglow's Scores

  • Music
For 1,753 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 1.1 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 70
Highest review score: 100 To Be Kind
Lowest review score: 2 Rain In England
Score distribution:
1,753 music reviews
    • 66 Metascore
    • 39 Critic Score
    It’s music so frothy and unsubstantial that you could practically meditate to it: listen to it often enough, and it just kind of floats away, even if you’re blasting it at full volume.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 39 Critic Score
    Bloated on the rotting corpses of hackneyed scratching, hackneyed drums, hackneyed sampling technique and hackneyed key work (all that in hackneyed combinations), Feedback makes it difficult to differentiate the acceptable from the tired.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 39 Critic Score
    It shows little of Oberst’s usual dramatic flair.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 39 Critic Score
    So long as you approach Unkle Dysfunctional as little more than an excuse for Shaun Ryder to head back out on the road, I guess it works fine.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 39 Critic Score
    The majority of Future This is a punishingly noisy, hookless mess that contains precious few of the qualities that endeared folks to the Big Pink to begin with.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    As such, it is both a strong refutation of every album Weezer has made since "Green" (as it, in its time, seemed to balk at "Pinkerton") and a numbing confirmation of the only available place this band has left: comic shearing, loose plagiarism, three separate solo projects (all of which are balls).
    • 56 Metascore
    • 37 Critic Score
    The problem most people are going to make is taking the record too seriously, but even recognizing it as being overly tongue-in-cheek won't save it from being, at very best, painfully frustrating.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 37 Critic Score
    This album is as fake as Kim’s physique, as vapid as the fashion she flaunts, as undeservedly praised as her entire career.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 37 Critic Score
    It's nice that Primal Scream attacks these tunes with gusto, but the passionate performance doesn't hide the fact that this album is utterly inessential, little more than a sampler for what amounts to a really swell wedding band.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 37 Critic Score
    Coming from an unknown artist, West would be disappointing if it was anything at all; coming from Williams, it’s entirely abysmal.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 36 Critic Score
    Urn is a chore.
    • 86 Metascore
    • 36 Critic Score
    Protest the Hero suck off the idea of metal tropes and also think they have a sense of humor.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 36 Critic Score
    With one bright, surprising exception, the songs here either make a terrible impression or they make none at all.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    Don’t Believe the Truth... probably isn’t Oasis’ nadir (that distinction arguably being due to 2002’s atrocious Heathen Chemistry), but one could be fooled for thinking so.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    Young Adults Against Suicide comes off as the less talented, R-rated Beastie Boys doing PSAs.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    Granted, thanks to the kind of company Mr. Combs’ platinum chain reels in, almost half of these tracks have some modest amount of entertainment value to them, but all the Just Blazes and Rich Harrisons and Big Bois and Pharoahes and Kanyes and Nasirs in the world can’t cover the Proactiv-shiny mug up front, the shifty but proudly brand-name-not-person-name emblazoned on the border, the voice that bumbles through every song.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    The type of pretension that rears its fluffy manicured head on Finding Forever is one flatly insidious, lying in plush vibing harpsichord wait ("Intro"), in pattered bongo spoken word nobility ("Black Maybe"), and finally erupting in a 7½ minute crossharp-cooing, Crash-namedropping, butterfuck of pretension, exploding the boundaries of how fucking wack we ever, ever, ever thought Common could get.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    After the Balls Drop is less than fans-only material; it’s a mostly unlistenable document appealing only to the people who were fortunate enough to be there.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    Apollo is too much, too confusing, and too forgettable.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    The songs themselves are broad, indifferent things, no relation to the Thing that is this album.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    The garish cover of Ghostdini is apt: this is an elaborate and unfunny joke, not to mention--if it even bears mentioning at this point—profoundly hateful to women
    • 68 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    MAYA, M.I.A.'s third and so obviously worst album, is the sound of a devoted audience getting f***ed over by a musical sociopath.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    If Chopped & Screwed implies that Micachu and the Shapes want to obscure their relation to the still wonderful Jewellery, then this album isn't just difficult and unsatisfying--it's unfortunate.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    The entirety of Within and Without is a mishmash of half-recalled thoughts sterilized in a cloud of sh*t production.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 35 Critic Score
    Gemini is an effort so manic and unfocused that it barely coheres enough around it's stilted little center to be called an album.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 34 Critic Score
    This is nothing even remotely new, but very rarely does it come off so obnoxiously, indelibly built to not be taken seriously when that’s the very action that could save these assholes from their own doom.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 34 Critic Score
    Theater of the Mind is a disappointment and more--snickering through both high-minded social consciousness and insipid cash cows, the album, so flat and fucking boring, serves absolutely no one but Ludacris himself.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 34 Critic Score
    It’s all so cold and empty and irritating.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 31 Critic Score
    When it is instrumental, it’s “Get It,” which seems a timid remake of Since We Last Spoke’s title track, or it’s “Murs Beat,” which, tellingly, has no Murs. Some of the rest sounds like a softer, more overproduced, and generally shittier version of the Cars. The rest of the rest sounds like something duller than that.