The A.V. Club's Scores

For 3,617 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 1.6 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 73
Highest review score: 100 Under the Blacklight
Lowest review score: 0 The Path of Totality
Score distribution:
3,617 music reviews
    • 61 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Instantly forgettable... consistently tepid, devoid of personality, and characteristic of a considerable talent on auto-pilot.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Alive & Amplified sounds so slick that it slips right by.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A must only for the hardest of the hardcore Pollard fans, its subtitle--Failed Experiments And Trashed Aircraft--should not be ignored. It takes 17 tracks to hit a song ("Spring Tigers," from the aborted 1992 album Back To Saturn X) that sounds like a regrettable exclusion, and the consistency doesn't pick up from there.... if nothing else, it's a fine warehouse of great song titles...
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    At times, the album sounds like a lost collaboration between Nick Drake and Jethro Tull, and one that might have best stayed lost.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    10
    Cool J has backed off from proclaiming himself the greatest rapper of all time at every possible opportunity, which is fortunate: His claim on that title has never been shakier.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Setting aside the abhorrent "Original Prankster," which plumbs new depths of Yankovic appropriation--and throws in a stupid Rob Schneider sample to boot--the bulk of the album indulges The Offspring's preferable loud-fast-shrill side... Conspiracy Of One's crowd-pleasing novelty idiocy doesn't run much deeper than its single, and while that may disappoint those who enjoyed Americana, it makes it The Offspring's most tolerable record in years.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This is the first time he's sounded less than vital.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Love has nothing new to say and no better way to say it.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The tossed-off quality of his recent work may be liberating to Black, but it's not likely to be so satisfying to his audience.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    She never finds a way to distinguish one track from the next, or from the output of just about any '90s alt-rock also-ran.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    While Discovery embraces the cheesiness of the lamest of lame music, the strategy frequently comes across as gimmickry. The album isn't so much fun as it is silly, and while Daft Punk's members may just be musical smart-alecks, funk hasn't sounded this resoundingly stupid since Bootsy Collins' squiggly solo work.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Those who've moved beyond efforts to scare mom and dad will do well to steer clear, though they've probably made that choice already.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    While the continued drive to mix up its sound remains admirable, the weak spots are downright deadly, making Open feel sort of like a between-albums goof, an experiment strictly for the fan club.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The problem is that most of it is deadly dull.
    • 54 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The Rainbow Children contains one good song, a ballad called "She Loves Me 4 Me," buried beneath layers of spiritual horseshittery.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    An album that finds Moby half-remembering ideas for songs that are hard not to forget.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Mann's signature wordplay sounds clichéd and exhausted, and her melodies lack the energy and pop sparkle that distinguished her pre-Lost In Space work.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It's a sweet, open, daringly earnest album in which the sad old Cuomo does battle with the wise old soul Cuomo wants to become. By conventional wisdom, it should never work as a rock album, and most of the time, that conventional wisdom is dead on.
    • 44 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The problem with shock, of course, is that it quickly loses its novelty, and anyone who doesn't find the topics of pedophilia, drug abuse, or incest innately hilarious will find Hannicap Circus rough going.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Howl indulges the band's heretofore-dormant interest in country, gospel, and Delta blues, in an exercise that sounds about as exercise-y as music gets.
    • 44 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Even at 40 minutes, this album is interminable.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Untitled should make no sense to any sentient being older than 18, but that isn't ageism, it's practical marketing
    • 66 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    These days, the group creates reasonable facsimiles of utter tedium.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    It's a narrow frame of reference that The Raveonettes seem likely to stick with; hopefully, on future albums, the songs will get more memorable than this batch.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Think Lavigne's "Girlfriend" without the hooks, but with a discernable degree of emo introspection.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Regardless of whether Reality Check is "bad" or simply bad, The Teenagers belong on the scrap heap.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The blame for Weezer can't all be laid on Cuomo—his bandmates' songwriting contributions (particularly Brian Bell's Uncle Kracker stab 'Thought I Knew') are just as unforgivably soulless.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The once-fascinating, now-tedious gangsta-rap superstar's creative losing streak continues with G-Unit's dreary new posse album Terminate On Sight.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    This time around, it's all saccharine pop and desperate ballads.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    This is easily the most flavorless fruit yet to fall from the Wolf Parade family tree.