Rolling Stone's Scores

For 5,908 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 34% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 62% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 6.1 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 67
Highest review score: 100 Magic
Lowest review score: 0 Know Your Enemy
Score distribution:
5908 music reviews
    • 54 Metascore
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    The results so far: mixed. I-Empire is full of big, faintly Eighties-sounding chiming choruses and arms-outstretched melodies, and DeLonge deploys the signposts of significance all over.
    • 49 Metascore
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    Its follow-up still trades in hard-driving anthems ('Use Me') and catchy hair-metal refrains (the title track), but frontman Austin Winkler is a bad representative for emotional frat dudes.
    • 53 Metascore
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    It's an almost perfectly consistent follow-up to the band's successful 1998 debut - perhaps a tad too consistent.
    • 57 Metascore
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    Songs From an American Movie sounds orchestral and homespun at once: Lustrous, fancy strings on one song give way to a slap-happy ukulele on the next. Yet it's too much of both and not enough of either.
    • 56 Metascore
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    He's gotten the Chicago basement vibe down exactly right... What's missing are songs -- instead, we get sketches, riffs and doodles.
    • 69 Metascore
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    As Drake and Kanye West have demonstrated, there's room in hip-hop for melancholic MCs who upend the self-congratulation that dominates the genre.
    • 54 Metascore
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    Imbruglia's delicate, sweet and well-behaved singing isn't the ideal vehicle for expressing angst, even if most of these minor-chord, gray-skies anthems seem to be yearning to do just that.
    • 57 Metascore
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    The album has some diverting moments.
    • 59 Metascore
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    The songs he has chosen--have been reinterpreted so many thousands of times, he'd have to reinvent them to get anyone to pay attention, and the only thing new that Seal brings to the party is a feeling of swank Euro-sophistication that saps the music of much of its emotional oomph.
    • 74 Metascore
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    As a stand-alone piece of music, its pacing tends to remain too static to uphold its heavy premise. The best songs arrive far too late, and early tracks like “How Many Times” and “Giant Baby” can be hard to distinguish from recent Coyne experiments like 2017’s Oczy Mlody.
    • 52 Metascore
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    Sugarland are ruthless in their desire to leave no radio-ready trick untried, but in the end it's too much machine, not enough heart.
    • 54 Metascore
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    Everyday Demons will satisfy metal fans who are in between favorite albums, but if your tastes don't run along the lines of The Simpsons' Otto the bus driver, you can take a pass.
    • 53 Metascore
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    The plaintive, direct singing mode is West’s best delivery vehicle across the album. The rapping is uniformly lackluster when not delivered by one of the brothers Thornton in their return as legendary rap duo Clipse.
    • 73 Metascore
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    There's little new here, and even less charm.
    • 47 Metascore
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    They still sound generic – a bar band in search of songs.
    • 59 Metascore
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    Most of Ultra Payload feels pretty random.
    • 73 Metascore
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    Rainier Fog, though, feels as though it’s stuck between gears. As usual, there are Cantrell’s gargantuan, 10-ton metal riffs and lyrics like “I’ll stay here and feed my pet black hole,” on the especially dreary “Drone,” but they linger too long in that zone.
    • 49 Metascore
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    His soft falsetto is sumptuous, but too many tracks veer into uncomfortable parody.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Funeral is wildly uneven, a landscape of pronounced highs and lows.
    • 60 Metascore
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    On Golden Lies, weighty midtempo rock hobbles the Pups' trademark blend of cow-punk, blues and hallucinatory instrumental rants.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Unfortunately, the music doesn’t do the lyrics any favors, a real surprise coming from an artists whose earlier LPs established her as one of indie-pop’s sharpest melodists.
    • 60 Metascore
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    Her musical instincts are off, and she steamrolls nearly every song with her bombastic blues growl.
    • 62 Metascore
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    An 82-minute combo plate of half-finished songs, choruses unmoored from verses, bursts of skyscraping beauty and long passages of sonic murk, all vaguely redolent of the Rolling Stones and Jesus Christ Superstar.
    • 70 Metascore
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    If it's vaguely hippie-ish and vaguely Californian, count on Ebert to work it into his solo debut: acid-folk reveries, Beck-ish busker rap, lyrics about Vietnam, sensitive maleness, Dylanisms, yodeling, calling women "mama," reggae, bongos.
    • 70 Metascore
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    It doesn't rock, but it waltzes, spinning a tale involving animated trees, demons and what may be peyote cactus tea.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Jessie's at her best when she's having fun. She just doesn't have enough of it here.
    • 52 Metascore
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    Most of the songs on J.Lo, for all their craftsmanship, are easy to trace to last year's hits. And while dance pop doesn't necessarily demand great singers, Lopez is just scraping by.
    • 62 Metascore
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    The problem is that he brings the same vague, feathery touch to everything he does.
    • 79 Metascore
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    Some of the modern EDM heaviness of Icona Pop and Sleigh Bells kicks in latently, but the 21-year-old's iciness ultimately fails to charm.
    • 77 Metascore
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    Their fifth album, inspired by the OD death of bassist Paul Gray, is quite the heavy-duty emotional enema.