For 158 reviews, this publication has graded:
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45% higher than the average critic
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0% same as the average critic
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55% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 8.2 points lower than other critics.
(0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 65
Score distribution:
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Positive: 96 out of 158
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Mixed: 40 out of 158
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Negative: 22 out of 158
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- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Clones testifies to how familiar (and hollow) the Neptunes’ studio tricks have become.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Along the way, though, Aerosmith slips into the stylized studio excesses of a professional producer (it might also be their only album to have strings on half the songs), and the ballads the band does deliver are as corny as anything it's ever done.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Psychedelia is really only compelling when ego takes a backseat to kaleidoscopic music, and the Gallaghers are, of course, incapable of such a gesture.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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True eclectics like De La Soul and A Tribe Called Quest seek out samples and inspiration -- in jazz, electronic music, even rock -- while Jean merely traffics in superficial gloss.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Reed coaxes great performances out of a few unexpected collaborators--Ornette Coleman delivers frenetic sax playing on “Guilty,” and downtown singer Antony warbles in a truly otherworldly soprano on “The Bed”--but these players are crowded out by the album’s sprawling mediocrity.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Damita Jo, sadly, is an outdated product of the turn-of-the-millennium pop scene, in which female singers conflated sexual openness with empowerment.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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[It] doesn’t help in pinpointing the moment Costello veered into self-parody, but it does catalogue nearly everything that’s become impossible to take about him.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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What a curse Jay-Z's ideas represent: Nearly everything about The Blueprint 2 sounds like a retread, including its title.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Trots out an unceasingly uninteresting parade of pop personalities singing against a patina of Latin music so drained of ethnicity and soul that it makes Herb Alpert seem like Sun Ra by comparison.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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For anyone with a critical reading of his long career, the album is a drowsy downer unconvincingly cloaked in interplanetary piffle.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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All fifteen tracks are one-dimensional disses and dismissals of scantily clad women, vengeful boyfriends, and the group's assorted doubters.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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More than ever, Blige's harmonious state just isn't an interesting place to be: Songs like "Beautiful Day" and "Flying Away" express exuberance of the rainbows-and-flowers variety. Miserable, Blige can be penetrating and profound; happy, she comes off generic and bland.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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By the Way is as enjoyable as being stuck in an elevator playing a Muzak version of "Under the Bridge."- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's Coldplay's lack of humor, the very straightness of its lyrics, that makes the dourness so detestable. And where miserabilists past had a strong pop sensibility, Coldplay is content to create directionless palettes of sound.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Young's surprisingly conservative new album, Are You Passionate?, is simply frustrating, and worse, often as risk-averse as a CSNY reunion.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The Ishtar of comeback albums -- overdone, underinspired, and marketed to within an inch of its life.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Moby is no auteur, a fact made painfully clear by his terrible new album, 18, which revisits the already derivative territory of Play.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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