A pleasant if vaguely unsatisfying collection of songs. [#61, p.106]

Elements of glam, power pop and soul creep into the Tyde's pool of sound, making for a winning, genre-spanning formula. [#60, p.117]

A wounded angel of a pop record ono which malice and sorrow are offset by rapturous surges of strings. [#60, p.117]

These are just tender pop songs, timeless enough to defy categorization. [#60, p.95]

An exciting blend. [#59, p.103]

Much of the material is mid-tempo and occasionally bland, but in its best moments... Kill Them With Kindness soars. [#60, p.105]

E shunts between naked self-examination and arch character studies. [#59, p.91]

While all this sounds real pretty and is a pitch-perfect soundtrack for your hip cosmopolitan engagements, You Forgot doesn't have enough stick-to-your-gut songs to sustain a long-term, repeated-listening relationship. [#60, p.93]

It sounds like a war against music. [#60, p.97]

A batch of 10 songs you really need to spend some time with to appreciate. [#59, p.97]

So low-key that you'd be more likely to slip on it than stumble over it. [#59, p.96]

A monumental record from a towering talent. [#59, p.103]

The problem is that the half-hour Squares is as unfocused and repetitive as a double album. [#59, p.108]

A record that blows up like a supernova and runs the dinner-jacket nobility of its predecessor through a wood chipper. [#59, p.96]

As subtle as, and harder than, a flying mallet. [#58, p.84]

The Gossip keeps getting better, stretching a little more. [#59, p.95]

His most emotionally expansive record. [#59, p.101]

With Rounds, Hebden has found the secret meeting place for man and machine; he uses his cunning to exploit it and all of its startling possibilities. [#59, p.94]

Uneasy listening, certainly, and not for the cursory-minded. [#59, p.94]

Playfulness ultimately wins over arty schlock. [#59, p.106]

Basically, he's Bob Dylan in a hoodie. [#59, p.98]

The perfect soundtrack for winter 1996.... It's icy, robotic and just a little bit behind the Curve. [#58, p.88]

There are great moments that grasp for--and sometimes reach--the bombastic ground between Radiohead's pop days and Sunny Day Real Estate's proggier side; then there are long stretches that fail to push any buttons at all. [#59, p.90]

Credit sludgemeister Alan Moulder's mixing with fashioning this trio's graceless clamor into a pop blasterpiece (though the high-gloss context occasionally suggests a randier, more cacophonous No Doubt). [#59, p.111]

Shooting through the proceedings is a relentless, apocalyptic jitteriness that leaves you teetering on the edge of your chaise. [#58, p.84]

After a promising start, the album charts a steep and steady decline into ersatz Bowie and slapdash psychedelia. [#58, p.96]

Folkier and less prone to rocking than [Ryan Adams], she's also more dedicated to preserving an overall country feel to the music. [#59, p.88]