The A.V. Club's Scores

For 4,544 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 64% higher than the average critic
  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 34% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1.5 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 74
Highest review score: 100 The Life Of Pablo
Lowest review score: 0 Graffiti
Score distribution:
4544 music reviews
    • 63 Metascore
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    He is at his most interesting on the few occasions where he slips into a sort of uncanny valley of pop music--a bizarro fantasia that he arrives at honestly, like a less satirical PC Music.
    • 74 Metascore
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    Make no mistake--Fitz and his Tantrums are a great time, but so is Maroon 5, and that more maligned act might well have made this exact album, had vintage soul been trendy in 2002.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Petty's thesis is strong, but his argument falters too often.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Nearly every song on Sweet Talker was constructed by a team of co-writers, a level of sonic micromanagement that stifles the music’s direction rather than improves it.
    • 73 Metascore
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    Only intermittently justifies the buzz surrounding the rapper's career.
    • 86 Metascore
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    As monumental as Dead Cities sounds in parts, its uniformity proves oppressively stirring after just a few tracks.
    • 67 Metascore
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    As a lyricist, Matthews prospers when he’s being boyish and mischievous, but his earnest bits are mostly unbearable, and Big Whiskey, in keeping with much of the band’s recent output, plays like one big scented candle.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Williams and his N.E.R.D cohorts Chad Hugo and Shay Haley are adept in the studio; their musical constructs are always polished, and often at least somewhat impressive. But their lyrics and point of view are so entitled that there's little sense they're aiming much further than the nearest frat house.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Whatever survived of the brain behind Mixtape About Nothing has been permanently atrophied by luxury and laziness. At least the crisp, live-band production, a carryover from Ambition, remains a treat.
    • 66 Metascore
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    An album that makes Up With People sound like Joy Division, Happy People embraces an ecstatic brand of cheerfulness so far removed from the realities of everyday life that it creates a kind of altered state.
    • 66 Metascore
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    This is a band that excels when its sing-alongs double as freak-outs; on Octahedron, they’ve largely ditched the chaos in lieu of an admirable, albeit unsatisfying, experiment in being quiet.
    • 66 Metascore
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    But the album as a whole--which, at eight songs in 42 minutes, barely exceeds EP length--is woefully uneven, with producer Jim O'Rourke indulging the band in some truly ill-conceived whims.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Aguilera has always been an unstoppable force when she pours her heart and soul into her music-and not as adept at dumbing down her voice or lyrics for the sake of lightweight tunes or prevailing trends. Unfortunately, by focusing on the latter route, Lotus becomes disappointingly faceless.
    • 69 Metascore
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    At times offering an interesting deconstruction of classic love-song tropes via a gay lens, Too Young To Be In Love is long on attitude and short on memorable melodies.
    • 75 Metascore
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    It has all the makings of a classic album, but the ingredients don't quite mix right.
    • 60 Metascore
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    Shinoda and Bennington's brotherly chemistry remains undiminished, but what troubles is how little they've matured lyrically.
    • 78 Metascore
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    Yeah Yeah Yeahs doesn't inspire much patience on the Is Is EP; instead, it rewards it with frustrating hints.
    • 51 Metascore
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    Nothing here quite matches the sheer awfulness of its title track and first single, which inexplicably samples Mr. Mister's "Broken Wings," but the album is uneven throughout, perhaps inevitably, given its two-hours-plus length.
    • 70 Metascore
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    As pleasantly promising as CoCo Beware is, Caveman has yet to move past that phase, or to fully harness the alluring darkness at its heart.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The long-delayed debut struggles for identity.
    • 52 Metascore
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    Unfortunately, the fun peaks around the time that Snoop Dogg officially hands over his thug-life card during the previously released "California Gurls," a slice of sunny disco-pop perfection that suggested Teenage Dream just might trump 2008's spotty but enjoyable One Of The Boys. Instead, Perry returned with lots of ho-hum ballads and lackluster radio fodder as limp as the discarded lover in the dis track "Circle The Drain."
    • 65 Metascore
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    With everything it has going for it, it should be a lot better than it is.
    • 72 Metascore
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    Most of In Heaven, however, lacks tension, build, or direction.
    • 61 Metascore
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    For all its talk of hearts and affection, A New Testament barely has a pulse.
    • 54 Metascore
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    Most of the time, The Remix settles for simply putting Gaga's slim catalog to faster and more blaring use.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The problem with DiFranco's current work is not the fading anger of her youth. Instead, it's her inability to sound engaged in the current events she sings about.
    • 77 Metascore
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    You Are All I See is the debut album from Active Child, the band that Los Angeles singer-songwriter Pat Grossi has steadily built around his sweeping harp, pining falsetto, and shuddering beats.
    • 76 Metascore
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    Sadly, Screws Get Loose is a serious step backward, ditching the anarchic honky-tonk of old in favor of ho-hum, girly surf pop in the vein of the Dum Dum Girls and Vivian Girls.
    • 67 Metascore
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    They live up to their unfortunate name--plodding along, doing the work they need to do and getting no further.
    • 76 Metascore
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    The album feels unmoored and even plodding due to a lack of structure.
    • 58 Metascore
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    'Heartbreaker' is a great song--musical, dance-y, poppy, and interesting--that puts the other artists-in-residence to shame. All the rest is jogging music.
    • 76 Metascore
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    Malin's strained whine makes his earnest lyrics sound more pretentious than they probably are.
    • 56 Metascore
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    But for all the intricacy on display in the production, the vocals just aren't there.
    • 59 Metascore
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    Like Snoop, Khalifa raps extensively, even obsessively about marijuana; unlike Snoop, Khalifa never seems to be having much fun.
    • 60 Metascore
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    Bangarang is the work of an entertainer still insecure in his ability to hold his audience's attention without resorting to loud gimmicks.
    • 68 Metascore
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    Bereft of melody and short on memorable lyrics (a Costello first), North is background music in the least appealing sense: Brought to the fore, it falls to pieces.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Grand Romantic often feels so preoccupied with grandiose gestures that it loses sight of the little details that in the past have made Ruess’ music so memorable.
    • 61 Metascore
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    It’s a collection of songs that winds up sounding like it could have been a series of blog posts or even tweets.
    • 69 Metascore
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    Time and time again, songs begin promisingly only to disappear into themselves, or emerge with a striking bridge in the middle of nothing.
    • 60 Metascore
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    The group's musical personality feels somewhat whitewashed; many of In A World Like This' songs are indistinguishable from ones by OneRepublic, The Wanted, or The Script.
    • 68 Metascore
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    The son of Richard and Linda Thompson, Teddy Thompson has genetics on his side, with a powerful voice and, in his best moments, the songwriting skills to match his heritage. Too bad, then, that his debut feels so tentative.
    • 80 Metascore
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    Tell Me How You Really Feel is a disappointing and muted record that never quite lives up to its potential.
    • 66 Metascore
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    He takes the stage in headgear so cartoon-cute it could have been devised by an ad firm. Unfortunately, Deadmau5's albums sound that way as well.
    • 76 Metascore
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    It's because Elsie sounds so much like The Gaslight Anthem operating at half-power that the album proves disappointing.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Like a lot of good-looking country fellas, perhaps Shelton is better seen and not heard.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Throughout The R.E.D. Album, he runs himself ragged trying to realize the masterpiece he pictures in his head, but he just doesn't have the coordination to pull it off.
    • 51 Metascore
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    I Am Not A Human Being II doesn’t offer any more new ideas than its title promises, but it does have the distinction of being the rapper’s most focused album.
    • 62 Metascore
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    The first Monkey House is full of consistently aggressive hook-mongering; this version is all deliberately becalmed jamming and repetition. As a compare/contrast sample, it’s fascinating; as entertainment, it’s wearisome for anyone not already committed to the Warhols.
    • 66 Metascore
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    It sounds like Broken Social Scene's members all broke up with their significant others and held a jam session on Saddle Creek Road. Morose, impeccably arranged, and monochromatic from start to finish, both incarnations of Animal are a perfect synthesis of indie-rock circa 2008.
    • 69 Metascore
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    Notes On A Conditional Form feels less like a 1975 album than it does a hodgepodge collection of songs by a band trying on various sonic identities to see what fits. If anything, to understand and appreciate the record, don’t approach it as an album-length statement from one band, but as a personalized, diverse playlist curated by a favorite human tastemaker.
    • 53 Metascore
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    As background music, it slays. In the foreground, however, not so much.
    • 57 Metascore
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    Golden Delicious rides along on an unchanging, mid-tempo vibe that puts too much weight on Doughty's limited vocal range, stumbling midway through on the cringe-inducingly unfunky 'More Bacon Than The Pan Can Handle.'
    • 57 Metascore
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    Peppered with aimless, pointless prog-rock, Stir The Blood wants to be fun and affecting, and the band’s failures in the latter regard destroy its ability to manage the former.
    • 72 Metascore
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    The rest of King Night is, for the most part, similarly forgettable.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Morello’s furious fretwork doesn’t complement Boots’ dumbed-down lyrics so much as it drowns them out: It’s oppressive and overwhelming.
    • 67 Metascore
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    Yorn’s lightly rusty voice and yearning way with a chorus are, alas, outgunned by his plodding lyrics.
    • 67 Metascore
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    Decent read, tedious listen.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The disc’s overall pleasantness and pasteurized charm are what save it from being wholly aggravating.
    • 74 Metascore
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    This is a prettier, more heartfelt record than Sheezus, but only a slightly better one.
    • 66 Metascore
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    West’s performance, which focuses heavily on Heartbreak, seems to violate the entire spirit of Storytellers. He’s one of music’s great shit-talkers, but the rambling semi-stories here are disappointingly dull.
    • 64 Metascore
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    An album that's competent, but equally perfunctory.
    • 69 Metascore
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    They're simply more window dressing on a piece of work that needs all the help it can get.
    • 63 Metascore
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    This is the same old Macklemore, stuffing all of his songs with drop-out catchphrases and horn solos and minutes-long American Idol-style belting, all starry-eyed and corny in the same way that, say, the music in a Broadway musical is.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The album also takes itself so seriously that too often it inadvertently suppresses exactly what made Bieber so appealing in the first place.
    • 65 Metascore
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    When Skiba’s on fire, he’s one of pop-punk’s best tunesmiths; but when he’s coasting, as he is throughout My Shame Is True, his songs feel less black than beige.
    • 78 Metascore
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    The problem is that the record sat on the shelf for so long... that anything that may have once seemed fresh on the record now seems more than a little tired.
    • 69 Metascore
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    Days Of Abandon’s lushly clean tones provide an innocuous foundation upon which layers of warm harmonies are laid. In the end, the record’s flaws aren’t wholly a product of the mellower genre as much as a generally uninspired execution.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Whether by accident or not, though, Rad Times hits some genuinely artificial notes, in just the right way.
    • 60 Metascore
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    Gets lost somewhere between camp and institutionalism.
    • 76 Metascore
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    Pleasant sonic wallpaper that unfortunately doesn’t leave much of a lasting impression.
    • 70 Metascore
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    On Play It As It Lays, Patti "Mrs. Bruce Springsteen" Scialfa sounds like the typical wife of a captain-of-industry type from New Jersey: vaguely bored and unfulfilled.
    • 67 Metascore
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    It's a whole lot of uneven songs crammed into an overlong album that tries hard to please the fickle country/rock-'n'-roll/hip-hop audience-but not too hard, because that's not Kid Rock's style.
    • 56 Metascore
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    On O.N.I.F.C. Khalifa splits the difference between his druggy muse and his pop obligations, without much interest in finding a middle ground.
    • 68 Metascore
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    Doherty is no mad genius--he's just mad, and it shows in Nation's slipshod execution and undernourished songcraft.
    • 74 Metascore
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    The least boring band in the world awoke from its slumber just to deliver a snoozer.
    • 72 Metascore
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    Too much of Ether Teeth sounds like in-between patter for ideas that rarely coalesce.
    • 63 Metascore
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    When the tracks tend toward the predictable--which is more often than not--Grinderman 2 RMX stumbles.
    • 72 Metascore
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    To date, the only real distinction of Smith’s music is his voice--and though he’s a talented singer, even that’s dulled by songs this predictably vanilla.
    • 57 Metascore
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    Nobody expects maturity from Devin, even though he jarringly mentions that he has a 17-year-old son, but he usually makes eternal adolescence sound a lot more fun than this.
    • 69 Metascore
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    He sounds surprisingly disengaged here.
    • 67 Metascore
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    Scratch comes off like a ponderous exercise in re-branding--an uncomfortable place to be for one of pop’s great innovators.
    • 69 Metascore
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    Since the sound of Maniac Meat is really no different than BMSR (or Tobacco's earlier solo albums), the lack of memorable melodies or thoughtful composition becomes increasingly frustrating as the record drones on. An album called Maniac Meat shouldn't be so predictable.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Mascara-streaked moods dictate an excess of ballads and rockers that trade in sterile nü-metal crunch, leaving Lavigne's pop-punk spunk by the wayside.
    • 64 Metascore
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    With dense puddles of minimalist reverb and feedback, it's experimental and challenging, in that it's sloppy and hard to appreciate.
    • 64 Metascore
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    In its defense, Reality isn’t a “comeback” album--even Williams admits it’s too late to recapture his former glory--but the blandly derivative collection raises the question of what the aborted 2007 album sounded like. Compared to this, maybe art.
    • 75 Metascore
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    Perhaps he needs the pressure or the camaraderie. Perhaps not. But for some reason, Thompson sounds detached from the songs on Front Parlour Ballads, even though he's in the thick of them.
    • 52 Metascore
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    On F.A.M.E.'s effervescent slow jams and up-tempo R&B struts, Brown makes a solid case for himself as an adult artist. He inevitably falls flat, though, when he tries to reclaim his teen-idol mantle on oversold ballads.
    • 63 Metascore
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    It's a valiant effort to try something new, or at least try some new old styles, but the real curse of The Curse Of Blondie is that it only occasionally approaches past greatness.
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    • 59 Metascore
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    Since around 2007’s Infinity On High, the key to enjoying Fall Out Boy has been letting go of their pop-punk past and embracing the pop band that always hid in plain sight. That was a chore on American Beauty/American Psycho, but less so on Mania. As endorsements go, that’s pretty qualified.
    • 53 Metascore
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    It may not be entirely fair to measure Fly From Here against the Anderson metric, but when the Anderson-aping results merely tread water, it's impossible not to.
    • 65 Metascore
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    The album might be an extension of its namesake's enduring Dude-itude, but this time he's takin' it a little too easy for all us sinners.
    • 65 Metascore
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    It's a produced pop record with electronic, danceable bits and vocal harmonies that sometimes seem much too enamored with Michael Jackson worship.
    • 59 Metascore
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    LP1
    LP1 is an almost shockingly forgettable slab of forced adult-contemporary rock, destined for a Whole Foods aisle near you.
    • 61 Metascore
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    18
    At its best, 18 is a mesmerizing negotiation of the gap between mainstream tastes and underground allegiances. As a whole, though, it's too stuck in its in-between space to step beyond an uninspiring middle ground.
    • 65 Metascore
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    It still sounds like New Order, a band that put out some incredible records in the last 30 years, but that stopped growing and changing in half that time.
    • 54 Metascore
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    With Wilder Mind, Mumford & Sons have morphed from a band that’s easy to either love or hate into a band that’s hard to care much about at all.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The Weight's On The Wheels is peppered with nice hooks and a few clever moves, and it ends just as strongly as it began, with the dream-poppy "Horseshoe Fortune." But precious little tunes like this need more than just catchiness to make an impact.
    • 64 Metascore
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    While an album of ’80s-styled pop played by a band with a penchant for fretboard theatrics could be thrilling, VOIDS stumbles more than it should.
    • 74 Metascore
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    In sum, Zombies On Broadway compiles some worthwhile ruminations and life lessons, but McMahon needs to search a little harder for compelling ways to package them.
    • 79 Metascore
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    Flags in equally fruitful and frustrating ways.