Playlouder's Scores

  • Music
For 823 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 55% higher than the average critic
  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 43% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.5 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 69
Highest review score: 100 An End Has A Start
Lowest review score: 0 Rudebox
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 56 out of 823
823 music reviews
    • 76 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    An album of dull, vocal virtuoso ballads.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Startling for all the wrong reasons.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Supporters have argued that this is " a perfect comedown album". In the sense that you'll feel like you're coming down even if you haven't taken anything, yes.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    You can smell the impotent melodic desperation a mile off.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    If The Delays had succeeded in making the latter five-sixths of their debut as wondrous as the first portion, they could be credited with fair miracles.
    • 80 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The songs are pretty, the guitars are mellow, all complimentary and measured; dull, in other words.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It took U2 10 years to reach this level of blandness.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    As welcome as emphysema.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    'Lions' is a mediocre album.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    So there are a couple of standout tracks, and the rest falls on its arse.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A Victorian freak show with a cracking voice, but just a few stolen Prince and Stevie Wonder tunes, Har Mar Superstar seems to be humiliating himself and reaching for the lowest common denominator in search of lays and some fleeting personal success.
    • 78 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    What once felt like maverick defiance on the part of the 'Shop now leaves them looking directionless, with Tjinder sounding increasingly like an unattractive combination of smugness and bitterness.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    An album of repetitive, insipid riffs: eleven tracks flakier than chippings and more irritating to your facial passages than toxic MDF sawdust.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A very slickly produced record that's practically unlistenable.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A rather predictable and mundane package.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This air of superiority is pervasive on 'Our Earthly Pleasures', which is a pity when you consider contemporaries such as Franz Ferdinand can do clever without it getting in the way of the fact all they're really doing is making good pop records.
    • 54 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Timbaland has revealed himself to be a crass, stupid, venal prick who is pretty much talentless outside of production for other people.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There are many more interesting artists out there doing the kind of thing Jamie does with more panache and originality with voices that don't make me want to throw myself under an underground train, but they're not from Wimbledon.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    About as boring as a record can be.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Lyrically, he's got one thing to say: Kid Rock is back, Kid Rock has lots of money, Kid Rock has the dames licked down, Kid Rock is hard. Which is all good when done properly, with wit, but Kid Rock is not clever, and he's not funny.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Hidden amongst the bilge, there are six proper songs here, with words and everything. But they only serve to prove how erratic Belle And Sebastian have become.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Not even the added muscle of playaz like Kid Koala, Afrika Bambaataa, Plug 3, Prince Paul and Mike Patton manage to lift this album above the low level pastiche it seems happy to be.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    If this was the work of a new artist it's debatable whether it would even have seen the light of day, and it's certainly unlikely we'd've felt the need to even comment on it.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The vast bulk of this album is the sort of stuff you'd expect from an averagely talented bunch of first year music students. Who smoke way, way, way too much dope.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    With each track they descend further into the mire.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    There are no great ideas, or stunning movements, just ego-driven mush set to chocolate box arrangements. Oh, and a tendency towards the kind of vocals that Pink Floyd or Chris Rea might have been proud of.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    This is a dog of an album, by anyone's standards, but if you play it next to 'If You're Feeling Sinister', which we did, then it is the sort of dog that shits all over the kitchen and has constant mange.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Someone should put Blink 182 out of their misery.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Finds her flailing club-footedly some twelve steps behind contemporary R&B, whispering distractedly through a seemingly unending array of interludes and phoning in songs that even Mariah at her most barely-there would dismiss as a trifle on the insipid side.
    • 77 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    There's little of the pop sparkle that shone through the likes of 'The Modern Age' and 'Last Nite' even when - as with 'You Talk Way Too Much' - they're rewriting old material, and Julian's vocals are, to be blunt, awful, sounding uncomfortable to record and rather complacently nasal.