The New York Times' Scores

For 2,074 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 55% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 41% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.2 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 71
Score distribution:
2074 music reviews
    • 57 Metascore
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    The album--which, like its predecessor, was produced by Medasyn, another Londoner--merely strikes a few new poses.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Even at its most imaginative, this is seamless Depeche Mode filler, music that could be made by any number of acolytes.
    • 49 Metascore
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    Often Mims refers to how hated he’s become for his success, but truly it’s hard to loathe someone so underwhelming.
    • 62 Metascore
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    This is a scattered, sometimes awkward effort from a singer who has been, until now, tonally consistent and confident.
    • 70 Metascore
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    That nuance is mostly gone on Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel, Ms. Carey’s 12th studio album, which manages simplicity and clutter all at once.
    • 59 Metascore
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    Mr. Bennington strives to sound sympathetic, but after a song or two it’s clear that his only sympathy is for himself; there’s no humility, much less humor or proportion. As real as his prolonged adolescent angst is supposed to be, it quickly curdles into narcissism.
    • 52 Metascore
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    His new versions are respectful and careful, with his voice recorded in close-up. Compared to the originals, they are just about joyless.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Taken as a whole this album has a pleasingly morbid tone, in keeping with the best moments from 50 Cent’s first two albums. But context is this album’s undoing.
    • 39 Metascore
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    A curiously faceless album that largely thumbs its nose at close reading.
    • 61 Metascore
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    But too often on this album Snoop is a fuddy-duddy, domesticated and palatable.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Its attempts at gravitas--"Hello World," on which Mr. Kelley sets a promising scene ("Traffic crawls, cellphone calls, talk radio screams at me") that doesn’t resolve-- land awkwardly, and its optimistic songs, like "Our Kind of Love," teem with empty metaphor.
    • 71 Metascore
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    Clunky lyrics are everywhere, undoing some of the progress Omarion has made.
    • 68 Metascore
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    ["Hermit the Frog" is] a rare moment of fun, though; mostly Ms. Diamandis doesn’t let herself get comfortable. She’s strongest on the songs that nod, obliquely or otherwise, to fame.
    • 77 Metascore
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    This is a dull album, revealing how over the space of three records, Mr. Albarn and Mr. Hewlett have moved from wacky conceptualists to self-satisfied dilettantes.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Now, on her new album, Bionic, how has she decided to present herself? Mostly as a sexbot: a one-dimensional hot chick chanting come-ons to club beats.
    • 84 Metascore
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    This music sounds fantastic, as usual--clean, tight and separated in the mix--but songwriting inspiration is in short supply.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The band leans on plain, incredibly legible songs that have little to hide behind; successful in a gestural way, but little more. And the songwriting of the frontman Ben Bridwell, always a little obtuse, has begun to decompose, like sketches drawn from faded memories.
    • 48 Metascore
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    Applying Auto-Tune to her deadpan rapping, she anticipated the sound that helped make Kesha’s “Tik "Tok" an international hit in 2009. Now her debut album, Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans, has to play catch-up.
    • The New York Times
    • 58 Metascore
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    Her scratchy charm gets her through some of the stompers, like "Kissed It" and "Still Hurts," and her old humor surfaces now and then. But the desperation rings all too true in "Help Me."
    • 55 Metascore
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    The brightest moments come from his exceedingly thin attempts at concept.
    • 77 Metascore
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    He raps in tight clusters of syllables that sound smooth but say little. Mainly he's interested in getting high and, occasionally, getting high with other people. Still, many of his friends, under the influence or not, perform better.
    • 53 Metascore
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    It's not awful. But while Acoustic Sessions carries the hush of a whispered secret, it divulges little beyond the fact of its stylish presence.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Mostly, though, he comes up short, delivering rhymes that on paper are clever and punchy, but on record are congested and monotone.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Keyshia Cole tries for a slow burn but rarely ignites on her fourth album, Calling All Hearts.
    • 76 Metascore
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    For me it doesn't work; it stomps on the fragility he's been building up for 40 minutes. But because it comes together so slowly, it's of a piece with this record's careful mood.
    • 51 Metascore
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    These ambitiously sung songs make for tremendous chaos: the lyrics about uplift are often trite, the furiously modern arrangements are often cliched.
    • 75 Metascore
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    In making the songs so monumental, Florence and the Machine have also made them impersonal.
    • 83 Metascore
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    Normally, she's emphatic in the right places, but this album also includes some of Ms. Lambert's least committed singing.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Cut by cut, Someone to Watch Over Me is not as strong as its forerunners.
    • 54 Metascore
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    Mr. Bieber hasn't ever sounded this good. But even Mr. Harrell can't place Mr. Bieber on equal footing with some of his more accomplished guests