Exclaim's Scores

  • Music
For 1,343 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 60% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 36% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1.4 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 73
Highest review score: 100 Good Kid, M.A.A.D City
Lowest review score: 10 Excuse My French
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 9 out of 1343
1,343 music reviews
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Fourth album Mirage Rock is a bungled mess of poor production and half-assed songwriting.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The band's decision to eschew their trademark orchestration in favour of a more synth-driven sound was, sadly, a mistake.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Old Sock [is] a pleasant, but ultimately uninspired collection that ranges from country and folk standards such as "Born to Lose" and "Goodnight Irene" to the classic jazz of "All Of Me" and "Our Love is Here to Stay."
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    All the songs on Rich Gang bleed into one another; they all have the same slow-to-mid tempo, overproduced, synth-heavy beats; and almost all the rappers sleepwalk through their verses.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    By the end of Me Time, the down-to-Earth, around-the-block-and-back 2 Chainz bores.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    They've got the speed, the outfits and the record collection, but Cerebral Ballzy's interpretation of hardcore punk never comes off as more than cartoony.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Single Mothers sound consistent throughout this set of ten beer-soaked songs, but after just 20 minutes, that consistency is far too homogenous and one-note to be interesting.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    18 Months has all the makings of a smash hit, but if you're looking for substance, you're better off looking elsewhere.
    • 54 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Montana's selection of trap beats falls flat. It's the kind of sweatshop beat-making mainstream producers have learned to accept as they cash their cheques.