Pitchfork's Scores
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For 12,014 reviews, this publication has graded:
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41% higher than the average critic
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6% same as the average critic
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53% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.9 points lower than other critics.
(0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 70
Highest review score: | Sign O' the Times [Deluxe Edition] | |
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Lowest review score: | nyc ghosts & flowers |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 9,829 out of 12014
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Mixed: 1,878 out of 12014
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Negative: 307 out of 12014
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The brio of an amateur would almost have to be preferably to the overzealous professionalism of Beautiful Lie, whose frilly "classicist" pop gets all dressed up to go absolutely nowhere.- Pitchfork
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Maybe once the Ting Tings stop trying so hard to convince everyone they're having a good time and start actually having a good time, these cute little ballads will no longer be their sole redeeming quality.- Pitchfork
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Lambency's lack of contrast and its vacuum of irresolution are only symptomatic of the record's holistic problem: there's not much memorable to grab onto.- Pitchfork
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So this record's creative and artistic value is pretty much nil--in fact it only just hits competent.- Pitchfork
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More so than the album's overall malaise and inconsistency, it's this ridiculous (and in some cases, offensive) attempt at "edginess" that's most off-putting.- Pitchfork
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Trilla, Rick Ross's inexplicable second album, is every bit a fatty contemporary American disaster.- Pitchfork
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Like hearing DLR's lonely voice doing its best in the absence of accompaniment, most of Robotique is just sort of depressing.- Pitchfork
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Bell X1 generically compartmentalize everything instead and end up with a record that doesn't even top the work of their former bandmate.- Pitchfork
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The slightly more dynamic Louis XIV only give you testosterone-fueled rock at its least appealing extremes: heedless lust or, arguably even more repulsive, cheesy balladry.- Pitchfork
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Yoav goes about his expecting some sort of kneejerk praise for rolling dolo, but thanks to a total lack of depth, sonic or otherwise, all I see is the gimmicks, the wack lyrics.- Pitchfork
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Neither here nor there, the funklesss would-be dancefloor fodder of P.D.A. frankly comes off D.O.A.- Pitchfork
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The problem isn't that Red Carpet Massacre pushes Duran Duran out of their comfort zone. The problem is that they sound just a little too comfortable there to make the most of bad situation.- Pitchfork
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Pull the Pin might be going for the uncluttered "production" of older Rick Rubin, but instead it cops the sterility of newer Rick Rubin, each song lumbering on a chassis of waterlogged tempo and Jones' wooden melodies, begging for just about anything to grab you.- Pitchfork
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Beyond the Neighbourhood is the sonic equivalent of a beautiful coffin.- Pitchfork
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Harris reduces pop's limitless possibilities to one-joke self-parody, his youth his most distinguishing characteristic, an unremembered yesterday always more vibrant than today.- Pitchfork
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On We Are the Night, the Chemical Brothers have switched from integrators to imitators.- Pitchfork
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Slapping a brand new bag on these pasty-white-dude tunes more often bombs than not.- Pitchfork
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As annoying as Endicott's mascara-tainted bellyaching was on the Bravery's debut, his histrionics-for-the-masses commandeer the group's stylistic direction on The Sun and the Moon, cheapening already trite regurgitations of Robert Smith confessionals by bloating them to anthemic proportions.- Pitchfork
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The problem with Twelve isn't the staid song selection so much as this dogged insistence on staying faithful to the originals.- Pitchfork
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I highly recommend that Animal Collective fans seek out the re-reversed copies of Pullhair Rubeye [available illegally on the Internet]. They are enjoyable.... But then there's, you know, the thing that sits on store shelves and costs money. And that version of Pullhair Rubeye is remarkably dull.- Pitchfork
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There are a few quality tracks among these 16-- enough for a pretty good EP-- but this is an 80-minute album with at least an hour of stuff on it that sounds at best like studio outtakes.- Pitchfork
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On Paths Taken, the Junkies sound like a band battling obsolescence and trying entirely too hard to make an impression as an inventive and therefore relevant band.- Pitchfork
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Ghosthorse and Stillborn tends toward lazy, meandering nothings.- Pitchfork
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Traffic and Weather finds them treading water in the worst possible way.- Pitchfork
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There's virtually zero worth to this album, a combination of zealous experiments with Garage Band and would-be Music and Lyrics soundtrack cuts.- Pitchfork
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It's plenty catchy and big, but it's also wildly uncreative and predictable.- Pitchfork
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Full of the kind of basic strum-alongs and diaristic musings that yield showers of Starbucks praise.- Pitchfork
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