Rolling Stone's Scores

For 5,386 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 33% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 64% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 6.6 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 66
Highest review score: 100 Purple Rain [Deluxe Expanded Edition]
Lowest review score: 0 Scream
Score distribution:
5386 music reviews
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Rossdale’s voice becomes a distraction when it overpowers the group’s wooshy guitar textures. But mostly Bush’s biggest sin is going back to the same well again and again hoping to find something new, something vital but coming up emptyhanded.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    In place of once-sharp radical jabs, we get empty alarmism.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    There are punk, country and EDM experiments that sound like Nineties novelty act the Bloodhound Gang without the jokes.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Her attempt at breaking out as a solo artist has been rocky--lead single "Cannonball" sank like one--and this album of insta-dated EDM-pop anthems and half-cocked bass drops probably won't help her cause.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    No matter what mode they’re in, they manage to turn four-minute songs into small eternities.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Karmin can make you hate pop music.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There's nothing here to be triumphant about.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The Papercut Chronicles II is the year's most charmless album, 11 punishingly dull rock-rap tunes with hooks that would've sounded dated a decade ago.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Streets of Gold is about as pleasant as a case of genital herpes.
    • 42 Metascore
    • 0 Critic Score
    Scream veers between drab–sleek and rock–dude soulful; Cornell's yowl never sounds at home.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It's all pummeling, vacuous rave noise--useful mainly for thrash dancing and scaring neighbors.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    T.O.S. would simply be a middling posse record if it didn't further undermine its own cred by constantly referencing better rap songs.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Alas, her cat-strangling whine is still a remarkably ugly sound, no matter what she's singing.
    • 39 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    On this South African band's third album, the guitar tones are a teeth-grinding, digitized-sounding nightmare, and a series of I'm-singing-through-a-cell-phone vocal filters can't disguise how played out Morgan's style is.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Though this comeback celebrates the parole of ex-junkie bassist Cris Kirkwood, tuneful it ain't.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    If you are not Jah, however, you may lack the stomach for Sinead's megasincere tributes to Curtis Mayfield and Jesus Christ Superstar.
    • 15 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Federline's rhyme flow is the opposite of tight.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The second album... is miles worse than their shallow but tasty first, its big-budget production only making its shortcomings more apparent. [21 Sep 2006, p.88]
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    • 41 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Chingy is the least interesting part of his own songs.
    • 39 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Sounds a lot like a collection of rejected Foo Fighters tunes. [7 Sep 2006, p.107]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 75 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Aside from Fridmann's studio expertise, there's little here that elevates Thursday above the followers they disdain.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Leav[es] one wondering whatever happened to the immortal MC whou could carry an album by himself without needing a breath. [4 May 2006, p.59]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 43 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    In venturing to offer something for everyone, Simpson offers nothing for anyone.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Whether it's a fuck-you to fans who scoffed at 2003's synth-poppy Welcome to the Monkey House or a vindictive fulfillment of their contractual obligation to Capitol Records, this crap smells bad any way you sniff it.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Qualifies as cruel and unusual cuteness.... It's as if Jimmy Fallon and David Gray had a baby, suckled by Edie Brickell and diapered by the Spin Doctors.
    • 40 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The Backstreet men rarely accelerate beyond a mid-tempo thud. [16 Jun 2005, p.100]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 60 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Shuffles between romantic ecstasy and agony with tempos crawling and Tweet stretching out lush melodies till they're barely recognizable.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    One
    The limp rhythm section and layered guitars expose the rote melodies, ridiculously dull lyrics and cruise-control tempo. [27 Jan 2005, p.60]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 64 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    An electronic-noise collage that sounds disturbingly rooted in the what-the-fuck? tradition of Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Third-rate grunge retreads stuffed with overdriven guitars and generic rock-dude melancholia.