MSN Consumer Guide (Robert Christgau)'s Scores

  • Music
For 178 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 87% higher than the average critic
  • 0% same as the average critic
  • 13% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 14 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 86
Highest review score: 100 The E.N.D.
Lowest review score: 33 Definition Of Real
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 1 out of 178
178 music reviews
    • 69 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Finer minds than mine may find these pieces worthy of continuous attention. I say they're background music, there waiting when your mind drifts speakerward, just distracting enough to change up your mood in a useful way.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Once again its vagaries are its distinction. Doherty makes a case for flat-on-your-ass alienation in an insane wartime culture.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Timelag-wise, the 1957 concept is as if some '60s songpoet had conceived an album about Armistice Day, influenza, the Palmer raids and Mary Pickford. Only that would have been a milestone and this isn't, which you can blame on heightened aesthetic expectations rather than the potency of this Canadian rapper's literary mojo.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Very minor, rather lovely and it rocks.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Actual musicians help -- world-beating T-Pain more than world-weary Julian Casablancas. So do other actors.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 83 Critic Score
    Nevertheless, the lost lives and loves he sketches are so painfully familiar they feel like truth. And Ant's homey beats enhance the illusion.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Clipse's smarts and purity are seductive in the manner of a Jim Thompson novel, even a John Donne meditation.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 83 Critic Score
    He takes songs easy without throwing them away, and these were written to hold up their end of that bargain.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    It's far from a shock but definitely a disappointment to watch Ms. Trained Pianist survey her branding options and choose the bland card over the brains card.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    What lyrics there are mourn absence and loss, and many of the effects are achieved by fabricating and then calibrating dirty sonics both electronic and organic.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    The subtle flutter of her finest melismatics could give an open-minded person goose bumps. Her coarser melismatics, however, are the usual showoff BS and probably also a commercial prerequisite, like not having a harelip.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Even doing her humble bit, she yells in your ear.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 83 Critic Score
    It's touching on a human level. Noble, even. I didn't think he had it in him.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    These nutty kids turned DOR nostalgia act make their first album in 16 years their sex album. Eeyew, say today's normal kids. 'Bout time, says anybody old enough to know that one lure of the flesh is that it's always decaying.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    The album is unlistenable for a simple reason: Roger Daltrey.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    There are three good songs on this 11-track artifact, and deeply vapid though the split-personality bit is, the trick of dividing the album into two CDs does leave a 17-minute dance disc that can be played without gastric distress by any purchaser who isn't picky about diva gangstaism or videophone porn.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    It's also the rare work of art that captures the dizzy infatuation that is dedicated infant care. All that's missing is a song about sleep deprivation.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Songs are his job, and his reserves are apparently inexhaustible.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 100 Critic Score
    Maybe this album is dumb on the surface, though not as much as fools claim. But sure as showbiz it isn't dumb underneath.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    In which Eddie Argos of Art Brut (!) and Dyan Valdes of the Blood Arm (?) write second-cousin answer songs to, among others, Bob Dylan, Michael Jackson, Kanye West, the Mamas and the Papas, Avril Lavigne, and P.D. "Creeque Allies" is a capsule history of the Maquis.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    Eminem settles for sensationalism straight up, and, worse still, makes you wonder whether he ever truly knew the difference.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    He knows what reality is. It's giving grief a bad name.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    What the two boil down to is that a parvenu mastering pop music for money has turned into a made man running on vanity. I find that this renders his expert trivialization of murder and such rather less piquant, and I think he does too--that an audacious formal delight has become routine.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    The emotion fueling her pretense is cathartic nevertheless.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Soused at the student union bar, licking Haagen-Dazs off her beau in literally filthy foreplay, she's weird and you're weird. That makes you mates.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    It's easy out there for an Oscar winner, but you'd never know it from these entertainment moguls, who pretend or report that they're still investing in mayhem, misogyny and sales careers whose main drawback is that they can get you arrested.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    There are enough sonic strokes here to keep the wrong bizzer in ringtone rappers for a year.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    It's not as if he overdoes the sexism or sounds like a total lame, although his voice does crack slightly.