The Quietus' Scores

  • Music
For 858 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 58% higher than the average critic
  • 5% same as the average critic
  • 37% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1 point higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 73
Highest review score: 100 Neon Icon
Lowest review score: 0 Lulu
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 16 out of 858
858 music reviews
    • 81 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    I hated this kind of Lemonheads-lite, floral-dressed, clompety-booted, neurotic ninny inanity the first time round, I have absolutely no idea how anyone could be arsed to expend the (admittedly small) effort it takes to produce such a pointless photocopy ... [but] not even I can find it in my bitter heart to hate the Nickelodeon-Dinosaur Jr bounce of "Georgia" or the honey-toned amble of "Suicide Policeman".
    • 34 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Yet for all their bluster of writing anthems for a new generation and saving guitar music, the reality is little more than a damp squib.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    For everything else there's Coldplay: reliable, built to move, and able to run on hot air alone.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    All too often Paralytic Stalks feels like an attempt to assume the role of indie-pop's Steve Vai by competitively crushing structural formats underfoot until there's nothing left but dusty granules.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The covers portion is entirely without merit, Turner having managed to extract every last atom of enjoyment from every single one of the songs he's chosen.
    • 81 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Not only does Sweet Heart Sweet Light hit all patented Spiritualized thematic buttons squarely between the eyes – religion, drugs, sickness and redemption – it is also a record that covers everything with a Wyoming sized scoop of full-fat icky sentiment.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The problem here isn't Dr Luke smothering Marina's idiosyncracies so much as Marina/Electra herself crafting them into something paper-thin and paper-cut annoying.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Ultimately, this is a celebration, rather than an analysis, of several species of awfulness.
    • 80 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There's certainly scant magic here.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The World We Left Behind is, on a purely artistic level, the worst album released under the Nachtmystium banner. The major issue is that it lacks the creativity, the devilish glint, and the poisonous confidence that Judd previously injected (no pun intended) into Nachtmystium, his personal vehicle for experimentation and excess.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends is a flatulent folly, humming with the sulphurous reek of self-indulgence.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    On Confess his tired, joyless music and moribund, hackneyed and hankey lyricism suggests a man whose concept of romanticism would go nicely with a Nairn cracker and dab of quince jelly.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Lousy With Sylvanbriar is a drab, insufferably uninteresting album.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    This new material represents not only their most heinous effort to date; it might in fact be among the most appalling things to ever exist, empirically speaking.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Another eleven baseless mehs that belong nowhere else than on a blog that no one reads.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 0 Critic Score
    Not only is Lulu the worst thing any of the players have been involved in, it's quite possibly a candidate for one of the worst albums ever made.