Entertainment Weekly's Scores

For 3,519 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 81% higher than the average critic
  • 1% same as the average critic
  • 18% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 5 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 78
    • 68 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    On his ninth studio album, undifferentiated swaths of midtempo digital groove leave one longing for the (relative) analog authenticity of vintage Lionel.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Although it picks up a little towards the end, Scorpion‘s second half is often a joyless slog, a prioritizing of vibe over structure that results in some of Drake’s most unfocused songwriting to date.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Sexsmith unwisely attacks some notes above his comfortable register on 'Impossible World,' which is just one of the several numbers that are nothing more than blandly forgettable. [11 Jul 2008, p.72]
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    • 56 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Serviceable g-funk for gin-and-juice-swilling house parties. [10 Sep 2004, p.164]
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    • 62 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Untitled's titles-- 'Pregnant,' 'Whole Lotta Kisses,' and (yes) 'Bangin' the Headboard'--don't do much to flip the script, or even write a new page.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Her fondness for overblown L.A.-rock cliches undercuts the intimacy she's after; the music sounds homogenized. [7 Oct 2005, p.77]
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    • 59 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    A little humdrum. [4 Apr 2003, p.100]
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    • 61 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    The album's garbled title is preparation for some of the clumsiest lyrics to be heard on a pop record in years.
    • 54 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    On much of the album, which never quite finds a balance between rock grit and dance-pop glitz, Maroon 5 barely sound like a band at all.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    What it doesn't have is much in the way of songs, or sincerity. [8 Apr 2005, p.66]
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    • 58 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    But if many of his overheated lyrics crash, let the black box show that even his most banal efforts are ridiculously hummable. [29 Jul 2005, p.66]
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    • 75 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    The record falls off during its latter half as the melodic R&B cuts begin to blend together. And in lieu of a clear-cut concept, the random spoken-word tidbits that appear throughout the tracklist feel frivolous compared to how Blood Orange and Frank Ocean used them on their last albums.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Adds a few improved grooves and hooks to their usual numbing pummel. [3 Feb 2006, p.70]
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    • 53 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    His party jams... feel half-cocked, like Cook can't quite commit to the moment. [8 Oct 2004, p.114]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    What this needs is a shot of Keith's humor, largely MIA here. [26 July 2002, p.69]
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    • 51 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    After a while, listening to this CD feels like a one-way conversation with a vapid hot chick who's in love with the sound of her own voice.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Reality's core flaw is the same on e that has marred Bowie's work since 1993's Black Tie White Noise: studio-slick production that drowns even the best musical ideas in digitally processed canola oil. [19 Sep 2003, p.85]
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    • 57 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    The mix of loopy, Jane's Addiction-style psychedelia and old-fashioned stadium rock is galvanizing at first... but by midpoint, it's merely exhausting. [22 Oct 2004, p.96]
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    • 60 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    For the most part, this is a bland blur of midtempo grooves and sub-R. Kelly metaphors. [8 Aug 2008]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Several songs will get your blood pumping; the rest will let you practice your Bronx cheer.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Like everything he's done since 1993's ''Doggystyle,'' ''Tha Last Meal,'' starting with its tacky cartoon cover art, feels cut rate -- yet another minor album from a major talent.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Once a trip-hop outfit with a female singer, [Sneaker Pimps are] now a mopey synth-pop quartet aimed at everyone's hidden goth teen. [3 May 2002, p.88]
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    • 72 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    While Bad Guy"--which recognizes that he's no better than the bullies who damaged him--might be the closest Em's come to a mea culpa, it still fails to justify his cranking the cycle back up again.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Bogs down in stillborn ballads, vague metaphors, and fusty arrangements that sound too Olde English, even for him.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Unfortunately, the Mooneys' concept of mass appeal... includes embarrassing homages to the glory of rock (and groupies) and a Bic-lighter ballad that's pure Hootie. [20/27 Aug 2004, p.126]
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    • 68 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Seems like this MC's best days may be right about then. [2 Dec 2005, p.83]
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    • 52 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    There's no doubting the love in that old heart of his, but Soulbook could've cut much deeper.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    It's somewhat disappointing, that the disc's sound and content hew so closely to the standard emo/screamo/hardcore formula. [8 Aug 2008, p.68]
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    • 77 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    After 10 years, RFTC have perfected their mix of muscular guitar riffs and bristling horns; it's the songwriting that's hit a dead end. [3/9/2001, p.82]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Picture Show's mixed bag of angular post-punk, moody synths, and blasts of mainstream rock (see ''Everybody Talks'') doesn't quite have the wit, charm, or cool of its aughties touchstones.