Splendid's Scores

  • Music
For 793 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 65% higher than the average critic
  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 33% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.5 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 74
Highest review score: 100 Separation Sunday
Lowest review score: 10 Fire
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 20 out of 793
793 music reviews
    • 64 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    In the end, Tree City's quality makes its carbon-copy nature all the more frustrating.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    There's a lot to admire on Jackinabox, although it's ultimately less than spectacular and even occasionally embarrassing.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Although the group's previous outings routinely got bogged down in forced experimentalism, Broken Ear Record at least keeps the pace sufficiently frantic, which allows us to excuse some (if not all) of its more self-indulgent moments.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    After a while, the songs begin to sound the same, and while Martey's vocals are consistently strong, the fact that she almost always sings in the same range robs them of much of their effect.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    While the Big Chorus and post-hardcore theatricality are hardly disparate stylistic traits, it's odd that Rogue Wave would embrace them after establishing themselves as a nuanced pop outfit.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    There wouldn't be a problem at all if Buzzkunst wasn't such a maddeningly forgettable record.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The tunes just circle like SUVs in a parking lot; there are traces of a head of steam, of a nod towards explosive tune-structures, but it seems the ball is dropped at the last minute in favour of a holding-pattern approach -- the familiar bassline and chorused keys. It's a letdown.
    • 77 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    A fairly average jaunt into familiar indie rock territory.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    While the album's bouts of strangulated sexuality are initially stirring, this lack of melody eventually dooms Do Rabbits Wonder? to wallow in a torpid swamp of half-formed ideas and analog squall.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Unlike Leona Naess the musician, Leona Naess the album is nearly forgettable, such is the perfection of its production and cardboard cut-out lyrical and musical themes.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Aside from being tracked incorrectly (on my copy anyway) and not always being of the choicest sound quality, Sad Sappy Sucker shows that Modest Mouse’s rise to the pinnacle of indiedom started at the bottom, just like everybody else.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    As Higden struggles to make his way to the forefront, his bandmates appear greedy, desperately reaching for moments of startling stateliness -- much to the detriment of the songs themselves, which are lost in an atmospheric morass with delusions of (Radiohead) grandeur written all over it.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    There's not quite enough to justify the addition of another album to the Blondie catalogue.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    While Sha Sha is certainly ripe with hooks and strong in stylistic concept, the songs are woefully one-dimensional and marred by immaturity.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    With an approach that seems so clinical, the album sounds cold and soulless -- and, well, boring.
    • 77 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Yes, it has a certain something that makes you bob your head and/or shake your ass to songs that you'd probably be ticked off by if someone drove past your pad blasting them out his windows. But no, it's not the stuff that great CDs are made of.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Whereas Walking With Thee was a wonderful relief in the indie/retro-rock world, pushing the band's internal parameters and the idea of what pop music should sound like, Winchester Cathedral feels more like a roadblock, or at least a pit stop, rather than a step forward in Clinic's previously innovative evolution.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The quality is uniform, but below par.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Slick, well-constructed and mall-friendly.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    It's not necessarily a welcome change, as drugged-up, dubbed-out majesty has always been Fearless's stock-in-trade, but there's something oddly captivating about these dusky grooves and forlorn moods that makes it difficult to view the project as a failure.
    • 75 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    With Frances the Mute, the Mars Volta have unfurled a big and bold artistic statement... Unfortunately, that bold artistic statement is rife with pomposity and glimpses of prog-rock at its most horrifically self-indulgent.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The album, while competent, is thoroughly flawed.
    • 81 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The Milk Of Human Kindness grabs at elements of its predecessors, but they're often the wrong ones.
    • 88 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The least interesting, least engaging Sleater-Kinney album ever.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Middling music that shoots for epic and edgy, but takes far too few chances and falls short of its fans' expectations.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    O'Connor's lack of subtlety eventually grows tiring.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    There's nothing distinctive about it.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    They hit all the right notes and create the right hooks for success, at least in theory, but for all the passion in Jake Snider's voice, he might as well be singing about the ham sandwich he ate for lunch.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Julia and Lena's voices are nothing special, and their lyrics are still derivative -- suitable fodder for Charmed or a Rachel Leigh Cook movie, but not the sort of thing that makes a lasting impression.