California Hymn pulls something out of the hat at the end, but Anyway.... is so addled and confused it will likely be in the bin long before then. A real shocker. [Sep 2016, p.111]

Nine Track Mind whimpers like a sick kitten. [Mar 2016, p.113]

Duets guns unerringly for lounge-y stasis, swerving any trace of the funk, grit or bile which make Morrison such a unique treasure.... Criminal. [May 2015, p.108]

Ultimately, this 11-track LP is nine songs too long as the rest swill around the bottom of the indie-rock barrel like thin gruel. [Apr 2014, p.121]

Until they find their own voice, they'll forever be a tribute band. [Mar 2014, p.116]

Where once Of Montreal sparkled, they're now mired in a plodding, asexual beige. [Nov 2013, p.113]

Only Haim's contribution to Red Eye enlivens the tedium. [Aug 2013, p.99]

Entirely meritless. [Apr 2013, p.104]

Fatally it offers nothing to suggest a band moving forwards. [May 2013, p.109]

Numbingly tedious, bashed-out-in-an-afternoon grunt-a-longs about, well, numbingly tedious stuff that we may already have come to term with. [Aug 2012, p.109]

The band sound bored. [Dec 2012, p.103]

They run a schizophrenic gamut of cinematic moods that bleed into one another jammed together into one disorienting hour that reaches its end without any discernible narrative reward. [Dec 2012, p.104]

An album that's--unusually--both disorienting and immensely tedious. [Nov 2012, p.103]

A load of rubbish. [Jul 2012, p.110]

Not good. [Oct 2012, p.106]

It's one boringly pedestrian plod after another. [Jun 2012, p.104]

There are no highlights. Appalling. [Sep 2011, p.110]

They fail to relocate it [their exuberance] on the follow-up, which if anything, is even drearier. [Sep 2011, p.104]

The Unforgiving's rampaging orchestral stabs and hysterical synths, coupled with Sharon den Adel's fevered vocal flourishes, make for awful Euro-pop with the odd distorted guitar. [May 2011, p.115]

Give this album a very wide berth. [Feb 2011, p.120]

Son of Richard and Linda. Acorns can fall far... [March 2011, p. 115]

The problem here isn't sullying Jackson's memory and reputation: he was perfectly capable of doing that himself. The problem is that Michael simply isn't good enough. [Feb. 2011, p. 108]

Joel and Benji Madden's fifth album of anthemic dumbness. [Dec. 2010, p. 110]

Without Pop The Glock's digitised vocals Hartley sounds like a karaoke version of '80s rapper Roxanne Shante. [Aug 2010, p.126]

They may still want to party every night, but it would take a Kiss Kasket full of Viagra to animate this limp cock rock. [Dec 2009, p. 116]

If that hardly sounds like the greatest thing to happen to hip hop in recent times, it's nothing compared to his fourth LP, which is a litany of lazy beats and even lazier rhymes; "Your mama she gets crazy," he instructs on Krazy. [Dec 2009, p. 120]

A sad waste of everyone's time. [Jun 2009, p.119]