New Musical Express (NME)'s Scores

  • Music
For 3,809 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 50% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 46% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 4.1 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 67
Highest review score: 100 AM
Lowest review score: 0 The Chronicles Of Life And Death
Score distribution:
3,809 music reviews
    • 79 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    About as funny as pouring weedkiller on your genitals and then setting fire to them. [7 May 2005, p.66]
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    • 78 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    How anyone outside the walls of a mental asylum could genuinely enjoy the annoyingly repetitive industrial drum-throbs, aimless experimento-guitar crunches and lyrics about "reeking gonads" that characterise songs called things like 'Epizootics!' is beyond me.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Undersexed and over here, let's send them back to where they, indeed, belong.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    You
    Their latest album You is very much an acquired taste, a wonky clatter that eight fellas with wayward Warren Ellis beards and DIY instrument workshops in their sheds will surely jizz themselves silly over.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    They swiftly slump back into portentous jams made for mourning failed crops, made worse by the ye olde farmhand Yoda-isms of Eric Pulido.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Ineffectual hippy grumblings that will make you want to sleep. [4 Jun 2005, p.58]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 73 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Ireton’s voice has an unschooled grace which elevates ‘Hiding Neath My Umbrella’ to the status of an interesting, if flimsy, curio in Murdoch’s canon. It’s just a shame the rest of the record, and the new recruits, are so fucking woeful.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    So, you're a founding member of the legendary hip-hip combo Wu Tang Clan. And your fans are extremely pissed because you went and done a track with that Justin Bieber.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Reek[s] of overt smugness and wilful obliqueness. [16 Apr 2005, p.51]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 73 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Rolling Blackouts sees them doing what The Go! Team do: flailing and yelping like meth-addicted Energiser bunnies, which, as you may have figured, is not a compliment.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It's certainly a messy record, made by half of a broken legend.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It works for the red-raw confessional 'Family Portrait', but everything else is so bad Natalie Imbruglia would be proud.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Too often their over-earnest delivery is unbearable.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Avoid this tosh at all costs.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Why are you half-arseing your way through such a thick slurry of clod-hopping ska-by-numbers? Or wallowing in pits of cliché?
    • 70 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    OST
    It tries to capture the essence of 1973 without having any big hairy old prog hits on it. Which is a bit like trying to capture the essence of the Star Wars films by cutting out all the bits in space.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Like a scented Lush bath-bomb of mediocrity. [27 May 2006, p.31]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 70 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This latest effort sees her turn indistinguishable. [1 Apr 2006, p.43]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 70 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    At its best, this is the sound of Captain Tofuheart; at worst -- on 'Elegy' -- it is literally an out-of-tune dirge. [29 Apr 2006, p.39]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 70 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Toe-curlingly unlistenable. [4 Sep 2004, p.73]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 70 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Stultifying moroseness and a constant furrowing of the brow permeate from start to finish. [21 Aug 2004, p.49]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 69 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Is this the best we can do? Desperate-to-be-authentic, carbohydrate-stodgy white blues, played by an elderly man pretending to be a tramp? Really, you deserve better.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Just as you're starting to see light at the end of the tunnel, you realise that there's another five-track EP by these self-absorbed, boring, aesthetically bankrupt bellends still to go. Double bummer.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    So listener-unfriendly that it's almost amusing. [16 Apr 2005, p.51]
    • New Musical Express (NME)
    • 69 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Semisonic are the lambswool jumper pulled over the eyes of people who have an irresistible soft spot for 'classic' songwriting. Fail to give their songs full attention - and God knows, that's easy enough - you could almost believe this is literate radio-friendly pop; just the thing for those blustery rides through an imaginary Santa Monica freeway.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The sad fact is that Blink-182 are now indistinguishable from the increasingly tedious 'teenage dirtbag' genre they helped spawn.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Four years on, his fifth album just feels stodgily generic.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The effect this record has, with its remedial drumming, crappy store-bought synth presets and faux-sensitive, third-form lyrics, is as pleasant as unnecessary eye surgery.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Only the Bond-esque 'Confide In Me' is worthwhile in an otherwise sorry array of pop bangers left soggy on the barbecue.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Their songs are either shitty soft-rock or worse, wink-nudge pastiches like the new-wavey 'Someone To Love'.