All of these lyrics have already been said before and said more creatively, but what’s even worse is that they’ve all been said by him more creatively.

Fever makes Britney Spears seem like even more of a pop genius. Scary. [May 2002, p.116]

The crew's 1982-ish rhyme schemes and vapid lyrics reach new lows. [Oct 2003, p.85]

The synths and cheese riffs have dawdled so far down the path of meaningless self-abuse that they give all forms of masturbation a bad name. [Jan/Feb 2006, p.81]

Once you're name-checking Supertramp and ELO as major influences, it's pretty much over. [Aug 2002, p.114]

This is the sound of five British lads wanking about, unsuccessfully attempting to write ballsy yet progressive sounding rock/punk anthems when their musical calculations are painfully transparent.

We can't blame it all on the puzzling guest appearances because back in the day, J5 would've saved those slip-ups. [Jul/Aug 2006, p.124]

From the shirtless thunder of the title track to the shrill electroclash cover of Siouxzee and the Banshee’s 'Cities of Dust' and 'Mad Pursuit,' a moody attempt at sextronica, the real question is, what is the intended audience for this admittedly diverse yet inexplicably dated collection of electronic tunes?

Snow Blindness... is an indecipherable mess of spastic glitches and fuzz.

Their sixth album is an unlovely cocktail of faux-Cobain grunting, downtuned guitars and self-pity. [Nov 2008, p.119]

The Chicks sound as though they're running out of gas. [Mar 2005, p.118]

Yes, you said it best, pretentious-as-hell front-man, Warfield, this album is a train wreck.