Rolling Stone's Scores

For 3,511 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 34% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 63% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 7.3 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 64
Highest review score:
Lowest review score:
Critic Score 0
Score distribution:
3,511 music reviews
    • Metascore: 63
    • Critic Score 30
    Underneath is the Verve Pipe's third album and it's more of exactly what made them a hit with "The Freshman" -- earnest alternative-lite vocals that cross Matchbox Twenty with Phil Collins delivered in sugary choruses that loop endlessly in case you weren't paying attention the first ten times.
    • Metascore: 64
    • Critic Score 30
    Taking on familiar songs, though, always unearths the rough edges beneath the polish, especially when they sound flat wrong emanating from the mouth of America's peppiest nineteen-year-old.
    • Metascore: 51
    • Critic Score 30
    Heavy on outside contributions and certainly missing 2Pac's editorial control and final production decisions, Until the End of Time bops and weaves from peak to valley in schizophrenic fashion.
    • Metascore: 58
    • Critic Score 30
    Eve 6 seem to want to improve themselves but keep bumping up against their own limitations of style and substance.
    • Metascore: 58
    • Critic Score 30
    Qualifies as cruel and unusual cuteness.... It's as if Jimmy Fallon and David Gray had a baby, suckled by Edie Brickell and diapered by the Spin Doctors.
    • Metascore: 43
    • Critic Score 30
    In venturing to offer something for everyone, Simpson offers nothing for anyone.
    • Metascore: 75
    • Critic Score 30
    Aside from Fridmann's studio expertise, there's little here that elevates Thursday above the followers they disdain.
    • Metascore: 39
    • Critic Score 30
    Sounds a lot like a collection of rejected Foo Fighters tunes. [7 Sep 2006, p.107]
    • Metascore: 41
    • Critic Score 30
    Chingy is the least interesting part of his own songs.
    • Metascore: 65
    • Critic Score 30
    Though this comeback celebrates the parole of ex-junkie bassist Cris Kirkwood, tuneful it ain't.
    • Metascore: 39
    • Critic Score 30
    On this South African band's third album, the guitar tones are a teeth-grinding, digitized-sounding nightmare, and a series of I'm-singing-through-a-cell-phone vocal filters can't disguise how played out Morgan's style is.
    • Metascore: 45
    • Critic Score 30
    T.O.S. would simply be a middling posse record if it didn't further undermine its own cred by constantly referencing better rap songs.
    • Metascore: 60
    • Critic Score 30
    It's all pummeling, vacuous rave noise--useful mainly for thrash dancing and scaring neighbors.
    • Metascore: 56
    • Critic Score 30
    There's nothing here to be triumphant about.
    • Metascore: 43
    • Critic Score 30
    Karmin can make you hate pop music.
    • Metascore: 64
    • Critic Score 20
    An electronic-noise collage that sounds disturbingly rooted in the what-the-fuck? tradition of Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music.
    • Metascore: 61
    • Critic Score 20
    Their musical influences sound fifth-hand -- distilled Matchbox Twenty, Black Crowes and Deep Blue Something -- and singer Pat Monahan seems like he's boring even himself.
    • Metascore: 37
    • Critic Score 20
    Third-rate grunge retreads stuffed with overdriven guitars and generic rock-dude melancholia.
    • Metascore: 66
    • Critic Score 20
    His most irrelevant album to date: a double CD, thirty-track compendium of indecipherable song titles, gratuitously weird sounds and occasional wisps of ersatz classical piano that are aimlessly pretty.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 20
    One
    The limp rhythm section and layered guitars expose the rote melodies, ridiculously dull lyrics and cruise-control tempo. [27 Jan 2005, p.60]
    • Metascore: 60
    • Critic Score 20
    Shuffles between romantic ecstasy and agony with tempos crawling and Tweet stretching out lush melodies till they're barely recognizable.
    • Metascore: 40
    • Critic Score 20
    The Backstreet men rarely accelerate beyond a mid-tempo thud. [16 Jun 2005, p.100]
    • Metascore: 57
    • Critic Score 20
    Whether it's a fuck-you to fans who scoffed at 2003's synth-poppy Welcome to the Monkey House or a vindictive fulfillment of their contractual obligation to Capitol Records, this crap smells bad any way you sniff it.
    • Metascore: 51
    • Critic Score 20
    Leav[es] one wondering whatever happened to the immortal MC whou could carry an album by himself without needing a breath. [4 May 2006, p.59]
    • Metascore: 65
    • Critic Score 20
    The second album... is miles worse than their shallow but tasty first, its big-budget production only making its shortcomings more apparent. [21 Sep 2006, p.88]
    • Metascore: 50
    • Critic Score 20
    If you are not Jah, however, you may lack the stomach for Sinead's megasincere tributes to Curtis Mayfield and Jesus Christ Superstar.
    • Metascore: 53
    • Critic Score 20
    Alas, her cat-strangling whine is still a remarkably ugly sound, no matter what she's singing.
    • Metascore: 48
    • Critic Score 20
    Streets of Gold is about as pleasant as a case of genital herpes.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 10
    Federline's rhyme flow is the opposite of tight.
    • Metascore: 53
    • Critic Score 10
    The Papercut Chronicles II is the year's most charmless album, 11 punishingly dull rock-rap tunes with hooks that would've sounded dated a decade ago.