E! Online's Scores

  • Music
For 787 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 72% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 24% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.7 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 74
Highest review score: 100 Hate
Lowest review score: 0 I Get Wet
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 11 out of 787
787 music reviews
    • 67 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Feels like it was designed by committee.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    In the end, Island makes Dave sound like he's just not enthusiastic about making music anymore.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    The end result of all this sermonizing will likely inspire you not to renounce sin and its sordid ways, but feel the itch to grab some hooch and a few George Jones albums and have a rip-roaring time.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Despite a few promising creative bursts ("Love," "Black Sweat"), it's another case of dashed expectations, as the disc dissolves into a bloodless puddle of smooth-jazz grooves and lyrics that wither at the hands of the singer's recent religious ideals.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    [A] thoroughly underwhelming debut, an album that merely paints within the lines already drawn by Pavement and the Pixies.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    A thoroughly dull collection of acoustic-based country-rock ballads you could hear at any local open-mike night.
    • 40 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Employing actress Brittany Murphy on the ridiculous "Faster Kill Pussycat" hardly helps, as does reducing Pharrell Williams' talent with a caricature of a tune like "Sex 'N' Money."
    • 69 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Weighed down with bland lyrics and blander arrangements, it meanders off into chick-rock clich├ęs and lazy easy-listening melodies.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    There's nothing as instantly likable as "Frontin'," and even with the presence of some bigwig collaborators the disc sounds strangely inspiration-free.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Only the faux-reggae of "Jamaican Girl" lets some much needed light in between the blinds.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    FutureSex/LoveSounds isn't nearly as good as its slinky predecessor.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Unfortunately, it lacks much of the spark and spunk that made the original disc so memorable.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Therapy's diagnosis ultimately is not positive, because the disc's split-personality disorder results in too much incoherence.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    This disc is filled with the kind of generic club grooves, terrible singing and general sense of aimlessness they once would have laughed off.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    #1
    Basically disco with a new-wave spin, it's nothing you haven't heard before--in 1983.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Like the soundtrack of a very bad Jazzercise class.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    There's little to dig here as the guys sound like a three-headed John Mayer or a trio of little Joe Jacksons.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    He can still work a guitar and woo the pants right off of you, but after listening to another round of patchouli-soaked ballads like "Baptized" and "What Did I Do With My Life?" you really begin to consider running the other way.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Finds the sexy singer too often wading in the oversimplified pop influence of heavyweight producer Glen Ballard, her country sass and personality replaced by hackneyed and bland musical doodles.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Carrying none of the charm or innovation of the duo's earlier ABBA tribute, this set is salvaged only by a relatively straight reading of Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill."
    • 54 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    The Philadelphia quartet continues to believe that barbershop harmonies, sugary ballads and New Jack Swing beats are where it's at. It ain't.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
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    Ed Kowalczyk and crew burden their sound with angry guitars, pseudoraps and needless swearing torn straight outta the Fred Durst book of lyric writing.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Human Conditions is as bloated and directionless as its awkward title suggests, weighted with meandering songs without melodies, lyrics straight out of freshman-year philosophy class and a sickly slick sheen.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Unlike previous albums, The Altogether doesn't really take the listener on some mind-altering trip. It simply throws together some half-baked novelties, some wasted and underwhelming guest appearances and a bunch of rhythmic ideas that would have sounded infinitely better a decade ago.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    All the spiky edges have been worn away.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    From the amateurish cover art to a succession of clumsy diss tracks aimed at Fiddy, Blood in My Eye merely makes the Tupac disciple look desperate and directionless.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    There's little here that Our Lady Peace, Foo Fighters, Everclear and a half-dozen other post-grunge bands don't already do better.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    In the end, his big head seriously weighs down the quality of Quality.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    This sub-par group's darker efforts to push society's hot buttons and dis others are ultimately more silly than sinister.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Despite the fact that nobody bought their lackluster last two albums, Art Alexakis and his two lackeys are back with the even more banal and unnecessarily loud Slow Motion Daydream.