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
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    If you're not a rabid fan... these too-coy-for-comfort exercises in lo-fi songcraft will likely leave you mulling the differences between profundity and fecundity. [11 Nov 2005, p.68]
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    • 68 Metascore
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    White doesn't quite make good on that potential, the guitar fuzz is too restrained, while Peter Murphy's vocals evoke David Bowie doing funny grandpa voices. [7 Mar 2008, p.93]
    • 68 Metascore
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    There's now an almost garish cast to the proceedings. [22 Jun 2007, p.71]
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    • 68 Metascore
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    Drastic Fantastic's airy guitar pop--not to mention Tunstall's muted rasp--feels more technically proficient than passionate. [21 Sep 2007, p.81]
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    • 68 Metascore
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    The funny, creative, outrageous Madonna we’ve known is still in here somewhere. It just takes a lot of patience to find her. [Adam Markovitz's review]
    • 68 Metascore
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    The band's brand of anti-melody, two-chord thrash... is starting to feel punishingly stale. [28 Jan 2005, p.84]
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    • 68 Metascore
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    The faux naive stance is merely irritating, the bubblegum track merely cute, the cheese rock quotient merely cheesy.
    • 68 Metascore
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    The band vacillates between rudderless tone poems ("'80s Comedown Machine"), exhausting rave-ups (the screeching "50/50"), and bizarre A-ha biting ("One Way Trigger"), all of which overflow with incomplete ideas.
    • 68 Metascore
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    It's an almost unrelentingly brutal disc that, like so much of the nü metal, often seems like a parody of itself.
    • 68 Metascore
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    A derivative party foul, a spirited genre game that plays like a copy of a copy. [Feb 2020, p.104]
    • 67 Metascore
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    By the time the saccharine last track rolls around, you feel like you've heard that same unremarkable melody, midtempo shuffle, and 1970s soul-sampling style on repeat for nearly an hour. [17 Feb 2006, p.76]
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    • 67 Metascore
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    A bumpy ride that finds [producer Glen] Ballard attempting to rein in Matthews' self-indulgent tendencies, with varying degrees of success, to ditch his jam-band image for a sleeker sound.
    • 67 Metascore
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    Overall, ''Heavier Things'' is snappier than, say, a Bruce Hornsby CD, if not as rockin' and emotion-drenched as the latest from Dashboard Confessional.
    • 67 Metascore
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    Westerberg plays blues dress-up with bar-band enthusiasm but not much depth. [24 Oct 2003, p.106]
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    • 67 Metascore
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    Enhanced with pretentious orchestration and filled with aimlessly pleasant acoustic ruminations, it attempts, and roundly fails, to replicate the magic of the Floyd in "Comfortably Numb" mode. [17 Mar 2006, p.111]
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    • 67 Metascore
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    Songs about island escapes and carefree postadolescence abound. [6 Feb 2004, p.140]
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    • 67 Metascore
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    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.
    • 67 Metascore
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    The album ends up in the same spinning-wheels muck that often bogged down Soundgarden. [27 May 2005, p.136]
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    • 67 Metascore
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    I Am Not a Human Being's angry title track showcases Wayne's ability to at once spit funny similes and tough talk, but its punk-hop guitar riffs barely even compete with the ones on his much-derided 2010 rock album, Rebirth.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Isn't it a little too early for a Strokes tribute band? [18 Jun 2004, p.86]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    These toothless, '80s-embalmed tracks... are the aural equivalent of Sleepytime tea. [28 Oct 2005, p.87]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    But at heart, Reptile is yet another version of the tepid corporate rock records Clapton's been making ever since 1974's bestselling 461 Ocean Boulevard.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Tuneless, torturously knotty prog-metal. [13 Feb 2004, p.72]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    Jesus Piece can't even make the playoff, thanks to Game's airless delivery. [14 Dec 2012, p.72]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    A record full of drab Casio ditties. [9 Jul 2004, p.88]
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    • 66 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    The heavy-handedness is as bald as Corgan's dome, and often just as unappetizing.
    • 66 Metascore
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    The sophomore studio set by Flight Of The Conchords, which gets off to a disappointing start with a string of lame loverman jokes over even lamer dime-store production. [23 Oct 2009, p.60]
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    • 66 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    He's forgone the folk-pop and jangly mystical ruminations of his past for heavy synthesizers, overproduced vocals, and esoteric allegories, making for a long, strained trip. [14 Sep 2001, p.94]
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    • 66 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    The Frames just about define overripe, both musically (imagine if Coldplay decided to make its power ballads even more bombastic) and lyrically. [23 Feb 2007, p.99]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    The beats--never a selling point for Acey's albums--don't have the verve to lift leaden lines. [13 Jun 2003, p.96]
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    • 66 Metascore
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    Here, the group courts the mainstream with an almost comic ferocity, jumping on every bandwagon that's passed.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Kasabian need an aptitude for more than just attitude. [11 Mar 2005, p.104]
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    • 65 Metascore
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    There aren't many hot tracks here. [1 Apr 2011, p.77]
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    • 65 Metascore
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    Almost nothing here evokes Smith's old "Go, Rimbaud!" chutzpah. [27 Apr 2007, p.139]
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    • 65 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    The album collects 16 droopy, drowsy, mostly instrumental tracks of gauzy piano and somnambulant? murmurings, only a very few of which (the mournful title track, the ominously lovely 'Slow Light') exhibit a pulse.
    • 65 Metascore
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    What's missing is the innovation that made Viva La Vida so dynamic.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Her lovelorn ballads achieve a dullness to which normally only Americans aspire. [14 Dec 2007, p.67]
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    • 65 Metascore
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    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.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Like a political speech, Mellencamp's stadium rock plays to the cheap seats but rarely offers specific critiques or risks giving offense. That this is less than inspiring says as much about modern politics as it does mass-market pop.
    • 65 Metascore
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    That's a serious issue on Appeal to Reason; songs like 'Re-Education (Through Labor)' and 'Entertainment,' which seeks to redress the evils of media manipulation upon the land, are peppy but pretty empty, power-chord downers with little bark or bite.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Lord performs assertive power-pop melodies… but she sings them in a voice so airy and indifferent, it takes away their punch. [12 Mar 2004, p.112]
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    • 65 Metascore
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    Tim Kasher is emo's grown-up hero--a punk who pays his mortgage. So it's a little awkward to find the Omaha native stricken with Peter Pan syndrome on Cursive's sixth album, Mama, I'm Swollen.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Whenever they shift to tracks from 2004's leaden "Around the Sun," you can practically hear the audience slink toward the concession stand. [26 Oct 2007, p.69]
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    • 65 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    A tragically mediocre album full of lackluster arrangements and inexplicably short songs. [13 Dec 2002, p.83]
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    • 65 Metascore
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    Third Eye Blind's fourth album and first since 2003--shows that frontman Stephan Jenkins' way with a hook has dimmed little since the band's mid-'90s heyday. The clunky lyrics are another thing.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Once you get past the shock tactics, Peeping Tom is little more than a pile of dated Linkin Park-style sludge. [2 Jun 2006, p.83]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    It’s too bad that her new album, Demi, sounds like such a decisive return to teen pop.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Monotonously midtempo, supper-club soul... Even during those moments when the grooves lighten up, Stone drags them down with her mannered delivery. [1 Oct 2004, p.72]
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    • 64 Metascore
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    Compared with ''Devil Without a Cause,'' it's also underwhelming, a push mower to ''Devil'''s lawn tractor.... The shelved compositions he's finally put on tape didn't necessarily need to be resurrected...
    • 64 Metascore
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    [The] production [is] so overblown with strings, turntable scratching, and arena-rock pomp that her perkily utilitarian voice, and the songs themselves, become an afterthought. [31 Oct 2003, p.74]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    His eighth album exhausts with pointless proclamations of hardness, only occasionally turning inward to contemplate actual heavy issues. [21 Dec 2012, p.67]
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    • 64 Metascore
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    The passion and delivery are there, but the songs aren't. And two out of three ain't enough.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Where Anthem positioned Greta Van Fleet as an overqualified cover band in gestation, Battle gives brief glimpses of potential for a collective determined to graduate from Guitar Hero savants. What's hindered Greta Van Fleet's attempts at individualism is their penchant for thrash and bombast.
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    Several songs will get your blood pumping; the rest will let you practice your Bronx cheer.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Buckcherry crank out slick, sleazy repackagings of Aerosmith and AC/DC, then reach for redemption with sensitive modern-rock odes to love and hope on All Night Long.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Awesome as F---, a live album, doubles as both a high-octane greatest-hits collection and a not-always-flattering portrait of the band's evolution from bratty Northern California punks to stadium-rock juggernaut.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    On an album that sags with filler and trite rehashes, he sacrifices the rich, multi-textured productions of The Marshall Mathers LP and The Eminem Show for thug-life monotony, cultural zingers for petty music-biz score-settling, and probing self-analysis for juvenile humor. [19 Nov 2004, p.80]
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    • 64 Metascore
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    With Sam's Town, they've removed the glopped-on Goth eyeliner, sprouted scruffy outlaw beards, and traded in urbane decadence for windswept super-romanticism. Bye-bye, Duran Duran; hello, Simple Minds.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Too bad her sharpest one-liners on Colonia get buried in a wash of pastoral easy listening.
    • 64 Metascore
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    About the time an FBI agent shoots the heroine's cat, prior to a Hair-style love-in finale, you'll know you and Young have weathered his career low point together. [19 Sep 2003, p.86]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
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    We got a shockingly anodyne, non-political, briefly magnificent, half-finished piece of work.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The sour largely overwhelms the sweet on this set of metal sludge, repetitive tunes, and purposefully ugly vocal effects. [12 Aug 2005, p.77]
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    • 63 Metascore
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    If Farmer's Daughter feels like one of the most genuine Idol-contestant debuts yet, it's also one of the dullest, with Bowersox hitting every note exactly the way you expect her to.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The standard-issue No Limit backing beats vary little from track to track, making Silkk's world and ways hardly shocking. [3/2/01, p.70]
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    • 63 Metascore
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    Right now, this High Schooler's musical graduation is stalling somewhere around sophomoric.
    • 63 Metascore
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    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.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Christopher Colonna's partly annoying, wholly unintelligible emceeing on ''Pony'' could not possibly prepare you for the nasal pseudosnarl of lady rapper Vila, who dominates the album's latter half.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Hands, competent and studio-sleek as it is, too often begs for a fresher muse.
    • 63 Metascore
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    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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    • 63 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    There is a small group of Black Sabbath fans who believe the band produced its best work after singer Ronnie James Dio replaced Lord of Darkness/future variety-show host Ozzy Osbourne in the late '70s. Alas, their case will not be aided by their new album.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Just as surely as Justin brought sexy back, Kelly is bringing slightly creepy back.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Jack's Mannequin frontman Andrew McMahon sticks to his formula of friendly piano and new-wave-influenced beats on his second album.
    • 63 Metascore
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    His sun-baked characters... are too lazy to be interesting. [28 Jan 2005, p.85]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Despite momentary highs like ''Rat Is Dead (Rage)'' and ''Move,'' the entire album feels muffled by standard dance-punk grooves and generic call-to-party lyrics.
    • 63 Metascore
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    It's Richard Marx filtered through Beck. [10/27/2000, p.121]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    This is meant as a return to the film-score sounds of Safari. Unfortunately, "hummability" is missing fromthe formula. [9 Mar 2007, p.106]
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    • 63 Metascore
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    What this needs is a shot of Keith's humor, largely MIA here. [26 July 2002, p.69]
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    • 63 Metascore
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    There are snatches of salvation, but every time Drones aims for dystopian profundity, it hits Styx-level goofiness. [12 Jun 2015, p.74]
    • 63 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    [The Grandmother's] spoken-word soliloquies only deepen Choir's too-clever-for-its-own-good impenetrability. [28 Oct 2005, p.89]
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    • 62 Metascore
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    A CD teeming with punchy choruses and crunchy guitars that are so five years ago.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Third disc MPLSoUND is the strongest of the bunch, though that's faint praise; even standouts like the teasing, breathy 'Chocolate Box' and the bedroom-ready 'U're Gonna C Me' feel, at best, like pale lavender imitations of better times.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Their cavalcade of goopy dross and hippie-dippy navel-gazing takes a left at transcendence and eventually just lets this bloated trip sputter out altogether. [20/27 Sep 2013, p.152]
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    • 62 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Precision-tooled modern rock that aims for radio, not revelation.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Rather than reinventing these centuries-old compositions, Orbit's snoozy-listening remakes only serve to surgically remove their innate drama.
    • 62 Metascore
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    All tabloid tawdriness aside, she unleashes some truly A-level songs. But 
its baffling failures drop Die to a middling, maddening C+.
    • 62 Metascore
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    The album's monolithic sound... feels dated and drab. [4 June 2004, p.80]
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    • 62 Metascore
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    The CD's style jumbling never coheres. [26 Mar 2004, p.74]
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    • 62 Metascore
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    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.
    • 62 Metascore
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    These songs are still full of crude misogyny and tired concepts. Give Jones points for honing his craft, but he's got a long way to go.
    • 62 Metascore
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    About as sexy as a late-night Nerve.com instant-message session. [22 Apr 2005, p.62]
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    • 62 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Heat can't find a melody to save their Moog. [18 Apr 2003, p.70]
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    • 62 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Though he's got plenty of hooks, personality is in much shorter supply.
    • 62 Metascore
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    It's official: Dolores O'Riordan is rock's most vapid lyricist. [26 Oct 2001, p.125]
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    • 61 Metascore
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    Given that Fork in the Road was inspired by Young's alternative- energy-fueled car, the most appropriate description is probably ''pedestrian.''
    • 61 Metascore
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    Black & Blue merely maintains a holding pattern, recycling their past and doing little to establish a firm future.
    • 61 Metascore
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    If Lewis could just find a way to integrate all his early-MTV influences (A Flock of Fat Boys?), well...that album wouldn't be great either--though it'd be less forgettable than this exercise in pop adequacy.
    • 61 Metascore
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    That Santana can still impose his stamp on a solid handful of tracks is absolutely worth celebrating. That he's unable to grab the spotlight on the rest of Blessings and Miracles offers a hint of what he's sacrificed along the way.
    • 61 Metascore
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    The album's garbled title is preparation for some of the clumsiest lyrics to be heard on a pop record in years.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Who'd have guessed that a Beastie Boys record could be too subtle?
    • 61 Metascore
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    He's too reserved as a solo performer to keep things interesting. [5 Sep 2003, p.77]
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