The Quietus' Scores

  • Music
For 787 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 0.9 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 72
Highest review score: 100 Neon Icon
Lowest review score: 0 Lulu
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 15 out of 787
787 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".
    • 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.
    • 80 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There's certainly scant magic here.
    • 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.
    • 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.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Ultimately, this is a celebration, rather than an analysis, of several species of awfulness.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Lousy With Sylvanbriar is a drab, insufferably uninteresting album.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends is a flatulent folly, humming with the sulphurous reek of self-indulgence.
    • 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.
    • 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.
    • 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.
    • 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.
    • 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.