Here, every piece of music not connected to the human voice is diluted to a nearly unrecognizable form.

For the most part Feedback is old-hat and predictable, a watered-down facsimile of their previous work.

The problem is, it’s easy to lose the lyrics when the music gives us no reason to listen to them.

For this particular moment, though, Oh Fortune reveals that Mangan is still a lightweight.

Dark Light Daybreak reaches for territory that LeMaster simply is not ready for, and which is unsuited for the songwriting strength he possesses.

Unfortunately, Mount Ninji is an album that’s too obnoxious when it’s not boring and too boring when it’s not obnoxious; there’s seldom a competent middle ground and over the span of an hour, it doesn’t hit a single stride.

It is nice. It’s like musical Zoloft, actually. It’s white fluffy clouds, kittens and ponies, rainbows and pots o’ gold. It won’t offend anyone.

Espinoza opts for cheap sentiment beneath layers of grandiose atmospherics.

F.A.M.E. will satisfy 12 year Malibu and Miami beach frequenters, but anyone with a soul should steer far clear of this mess.

Lost and Found is ultimately a pointless album, one that might have sold well six years ago, but comes across as drab and hopelessly passé today.

The Yeahs’ curiosity ultimately got the better of them, and what we’re left with is an album that bears a lot of attributes with the creature it’s named after: it doesn’t follow a set path, makes a lot of noise in your ears, but its ultimately something you’ll want to swat away and get rid of because of just how badly it annoys you.

A poor album due to poor production and song writing, poor sales and poor vocal delivery.

At four songs and around 33 minutes, the album doesn't have much structure, with songs starting and ending after random durations, and without the drums, it's low on beat.

The tactile experience associated with The Aeroplane Flies High disintegrates when translated to a digital format. A once-prized item becomes empty.

By chasing trends in an attempt to stay current, Guilty Pleasure sounds hopelessly dated and out-of-touch in the ever changing pop marketplace.

Alter the Ending will probably satisfy the California rocker demographic that keeps groups like Phantom Planet, Switchfoot, and Yellowcard afloat. But to outsiders, its a transparent affair reeking of bloated budget and generic goals.

Next to his material, In the Grace of Your Love sounds as forgettable as the dozens of nameless bands who came in Echoes's wake. The Rapture could still regroup on their next record, but it's difficult to see where they'd go from here.

The Ghost Inside do little to variate on the established metalcore sonic, even though they play that sonic well.

I wasn't fond of the Shobaleader One EP. It wasn't good. Shobaleader One: d'Demonstrator is no better.

It’s simply the worst of generic pop music--the kind that’s existed for decades, just with a fresh new coat of EDM slapped on.

Brave has neither a strong artistic personality nor boffo production, and as a result, ends up being just another disposable pop record with no redeeming value.

Stay Awake is an ungainly curiosity. Devoted YOB fans might be tempted by the possibility of hearing Scheidt in this new context, but I think they'll probably come to the conclusion that most of the rest of us will: Scheidt's solo effort would be good or maybe even great if it weren't for him singing all over it.

It is neither new nor interesting nor intelligent nor even at a bare minimum fun.

Most of it just feels utterly disposable, a series of tracks put next to each other for no discernable reason, leading nowhere in particular.

See My Friends will not be a stain on Ray Davies' soul. By the same token, it will be forgotten pretty quickly.

Asleep in the Bread Aisle is a piece of Dubble Bubble that loses its flavor before you’re done reading the comic.

Here on Long Way Down, neither of Odell’s gifts [powerful tenor]--or their intimacy--are given space or time, lost instead in a sea of messy arrangements and a sense that, however fatuous, more must certainly mean better.

Overall, the album will be a pleasant sleeping album for casual ambient fans, but connoisseurs of the genre best look elsewhere for their fix.