For 158 reviews, this publication has graded:
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On average, this publication grades 8.2 points lower than other critics.
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Average Music review score: 65
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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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Intermittently successful...[t]oo often, his faithfulness turns into meticulousness, resulting in an album that's as formally impressive but as snooze-inducingly detailed as a special-effects-addled blockbuster.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Many of these songs are thin schematics for “perfect” pop songs. They’re impressive in their commitment to formula--deploying catchy, whiny hooks, taut structure, loud-soft interplay, and well-timed guitar peals. Yet for all their nakedness, they offer little in the way of revelation.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The rapper's nicotine-scarred voice does sound bluesy, and his raps are serious without being arch like Beck's. The album's sound -- a marriage of classical string arrangements and sparse drum beats -- makes the guitar stomp of his rap-rock peers seem more one-dimensional than ever. But Everlast's blues are one-shaded -- nothing on Eat at Whitey's approaches the grim fatalism of the Geto Boys' "Mind Playin' Tricks on Me," Eminem's "Rock Bottom," or even Snoop Doggy Dogg's "Murder Was the Case."- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Ironically, little on the album captures the imagination the way narrower genres like techno, house, or even hip-hop often do- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's full of the same monochromatic balladry and hipster references of its recent albums.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Uh Huh Herb is a disappointment, the tepid, not-quite-there record that many artists seem to make after hitting a career peak.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It is a noble effort, modeled on Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde, but the results are underwhelming.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Endlessly pleasing (or trying to please), Feels Like Home dilutes even Jones’s brand of comfort-food jazz, grinding it down to something like a chewy gob of baby food.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Durst offers his piggish take-it-or-leave-it stance on relationships ("It's my way or the highway," he gleefully whines on "My Way"), his fantasies of the hip-hop high life ("Livin' It Up"), and his delight with obscenity ("If I say fuck two more times that's 46 fucks in this fucked-up rhyme"). Limp Bizkit's music is just as predictable, complete with scratches, guitar squalls, and mosh-pit crescendos.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The Massacre is as frustratingly uneven as Get Rich or Die Tryin’, but it’s longer and messier.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Nelson's voice, silky enough to sing standards, lacks the vocal grit for the blues, and he rarely works up enough energy to milk the titular cow. Most of these songs are better suited for a supper club than for a juke joint. [Oct 2, 2000]- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Beck desperately aims for Johnny Cash's funereal blues, but the unremitting bleakness of Sea Change more closely resembles alternative rock's limpid whine.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The note that truly dooms Diary is thematic, not musical. The disc collapses under the weight of one song about heartbreak after another.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The songwriting is scattershot... and the sound strains for punk-on-a-budget but is as three-chord conservative as other retro acts like Rancid and the Distillers.- 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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