Rolling Stone's Scores

For 5,917 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 34% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 62% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 6.1 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 67
Highest review score: 100 Magic
Lowest review score: 0 Know Your Enemy
Score distribution:
5917 music reviews
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The 10 songs on Sweeter, DeGraw's fourth album, are taut, efficient and hook-packed, with guitars bolstering the big choruses....He's also an incurable cheeseball.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Thicke spends a lot of time pondering romantic turmoil, but he's at his best when he reverts to classic loverman form.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Full of dazzling arrangements and killer beats. Memorable songs? Not so much.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The real problem with coffeehouse stuff like "We Could Go and Start Again" isn't that it's corny--it's just tofu-bland. [6 Apr 2006, p.69]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    On this long-brewing project with ex-Cibo Matto sound scientist Yuka Honda, she uses her soprano more conventionally but still makes magic, mixing feathery, Minnie Riperton-style soul singing with wind chimes, Fender Rhodes, and other trip-hoppy atmospherics.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Until the band fully embraces their ping-pong guitars and surly one-liners ("I wish I saw myself the way you see me now"), Grouplove will likely remain a singles band rather than the new-R.E.M. their ambition hints at.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Compresses eleven impeccable examples of retro-cool songcraft into twenty-eight minutes that don't give a damn what year it is.
    • 64 Metascore
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    The songwriting is all too callow at times, but McCracken's earnest moments suggest classic-rock romanticism rather than the cathartic self-pity of similarly worked-up young 'uns.
    • 64 Metascore
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    It's a rare rocktronic mix that actually grooves, even if the ride can be a little jittery.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The Neptunes don't necessarily need guest MCs to make a great album of their own, but if they want their rhymes to keep up with the strength of their tunes, they need to dig a little deeper than this.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The follow-up is looser and less burdened by the past.
    • 64 Metascore
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    She sometimes blasts away at these songs rather than relaxing into them. But on challenges like the subtle Billy Strayhorn ballad "Lush Life," the queen of the little monsters more than proves she can be a sophisticated lady too.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    It's rich, often funny material, but in Cuomo's ambition to make a career-sweeping tour de force-- telegraphed by the band's choice to return to estimable producer Rick Rubin--he badly overcooks the musical porridge, layering on overdubs, packing songs with key-change modulations and meandering instrumental codas, and generally refusing to hone and self-edit.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    On Apollo, L.A. scenemakers Squeak E. Clean and DJ Zegon pull in a wild roster of stars for what feels like a playful unity jam.
    • 64 Metascore
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    The pleasures of the songcraft don't quite compensate for dopey lyrics, the bland vocals of Fitz and co-lead singer Noelle Scaggs, and the relentless spazzing-out.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    ["Skinhead Rob" Aston] doesn't have all that much to say about the government, but this is music best measured in bruises sustained than brain cells expanded.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Too bad Stories brings so little to the EDM conversation.
    • 64 Metascore
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    In the end... The Big Bang feels as hollow as a CGI-fueled Hollywood blockbuster.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The main attractions are Sia's smoky voice and quirky personality. Yet not enough of that personality makes it into the music.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Fans will find diamonds in the grimy rough, but for casual listeners, it might not be worth the search. [9 Feb 2006, p.66]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    These overly literal ditties feel a little too simplistic. [Sep 2020, p.68]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    On Sam's Town they seem like they're trying to make a big statement, except they have nothing to say.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The guy who promises to "pull a little hair/smack a little oooh" on "Educate Ya" may not always be as charming as his one-world groove, but he knows how to host a party.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    From the bubble grooves of the boldly titled "I've Got Soul" to the easeful power pop of "Cut Right Through Me," their pro-rock competence is pretty impressive too.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    You wonder if Black and Gass have finally turned into the overblown wanksters they parody.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Butch Walker's post-postmodern production sometimes overwhelms the songs, but its best moments--"Weekend Woman" could be Weezer's "Good Vibrations" with is everything-but-the-sink hooks and a catchy, Lady Gaga–like bridge--gamely make up for the places where Pacific Daydream sounds like Weezer by Numbers.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Del Rey is far from a great singer, and her songs tend to drag. But her shtick--1950s torch balladry spiced with sexed-up 21st-century provocation--is at least conceptually sharp.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The only significant change from their breakthrough effort, 1998's All the Pain Money Can Buy, is more expensive, expansive-sounding production and an increasingly overt Beatles influence in both the songs and sonics.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    One more strong record from hip-hop's most dependable voice.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Lost Highway moves in on Nashville as shrewdly as "It's My Life" skimmed Stockholm seven years ago. [28 Jun 2007, p.71]
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    • 64 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Their latest is a rudderless band's reach for roots and realism.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Too many forced climaxes here lack the organic sense of drama the Mumfords summon at their best, and the pan-African elements aren’t integrated into the pop-rock song structures, so the lively polyrhythms and keening vocals merely decorate the swelling choruses rather than transforming them.
    • 64 Metascore
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    It's a loose concept, but it delivers.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Tyga's strength isn't in introspection, but curation.
    • 64 Metascore
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    There aren't any great songs among Mimi's club tunes and pop-chart-conscious tracks, and Carey is still suffering from a serious crisis of confidence.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Mims can’t carry a whole album, and Savior is long on quasi-Southern junk rhymes about Mims’ general excellence and panty-melting suaveness.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Besides the distortion-laced "Gucci Time," the biggest change-ups here are drab gangsta ballads: "Haterade" features Pharrell at his most insufferably croon-y, and "O'Dog" makes you actually wish guest singer Wyclef would stick to politics.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Left on his own, Scott can grow tiresome. "I Can Tell" sounds monochromatic without another voice to push this astute curator. Some rock stars are better leading bands than going solo.
    • 64 Metascore
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    She Is Coming is an unkempt little EP that tries to cram her wild oeuvre, from molly to Mark Ronson, into just six songs. That said, you can’t deny Cyrus remains a freak of pop nature.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Such moments excepted ["Oh U Went" and "Wit the Racks"], the content of Business Is Business feels bland, especially for an expectations-thwarting artist like Thug.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Songs like the fluffy synth jam "Champion" make it sound like they spent too much time at Pharrell's beach house.
    • 64 Metascore
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    The tunes come up seriously short on choruses and heavy on the Alanis Morissette references.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Battle Studies is terrific when Mayer drops the seriousness, pondering and sending up his reputation as a rake.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Highlights like the boisterous "Can You Do This" and an EDM-free mix of "Wake Me Up" (just in case anyone forgot he's that guy) are plenty radio-friendly, but the songs never quite add up to a cohesive album.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    For the most part, Stone employs her remarkable instrument with focus and nuance on Introducing, and the result is an album full of solid pop-wise R&B.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Ye
    The Life of Pablo was chaotic, insecure, yet often brilliant. Ye is more chaotic, less secure, with enough sporadic flashes of brilliance to make you hungry for much, much more. It could have been worse.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Most of Simulation Theory could be about our surveillance state and/or a relationship. The blurring results in clunkiness.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    He's added more world-music textures to his folk pop, and turned up the blissed-out vibes on Love Is a Four Letter Word.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    It's frustrating to imagine how much more power Crow could amp up by tattering the edges of her best songs and avoiding the crowd-pleasing delicacy that makes her sound like a Sheryl Crow cover band. Led by Bob Seger.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Despite a few arresting moments, such as the big-muscled title track, the band never stumbles on much that's recognizably its own.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Less energetic and more all-over-the-place, it's ramshackle rock full of drones and jangles that crest and hum, with Alec Ounsworth splashing his warbly David Byrne alto around like cheap paint.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Yachty is a great ambassador for Michigan rap, but as Michigan Boy Boat illustrates, he’s far from the best practitioner of the style. He is the protagonist of the mixtape, but he isn’t its anchor.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Made In China soon disintegrates into demo-quality slackness. [8 Sep 2005, p.116]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Only the thickly gnarled riddims of the Sly-and-Robbie-produced "You Babe" really sets your ass to swaying -- and in the process, that song underscores just what a weak Storm this really is.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Gavin Rossdale's delicious rasp is still unequivocally sexy, but his melodies are rote versions of the same old song.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    They tentatively attempt lounge-y jazz ("Dark Water") and falsetto disco ("War Zone"), but their real energy goes into harmonies so fussily layered and childlike that all their lonely yearning can't help but come off as precious.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Nash can't sing or rap--she tries to do both--and her tunes are anemic; her punk postures are borrowed from musicians smarter and more talented than she.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Formal knowledge works against them as they go from unfunny Randy Newman ("Levi Johnston's Blues") to too-cute Barry Manilow ("Belinda") to overdone Elvis Costello ("Password," about breaking into a girlfriend's e-mail).
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Potter's youthfulness can make for flower-soup lyrics but backlit by a no-nonsense band that massages Memphis grooves, light rock and pinot-noir reggae, it all bursts with promise.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Hudgens hews to the Disney content code, only occasionally tiptoeing into double-entendre. Hudgens can't really sing, so her producers handle the heavy lifting.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    They still favor mannered Anglophile synth pop that has somehow retained its "alternative" branding three decades after the Eighties.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Of course, even the weaker songs have their dance-floor potential. Petras is, above all else, a pure fan of pop music and the feeling it exudes. But in chasing her new status as the type of pop star who has Top 40 potential, she abandoned the freakishly forward-thinking personality that built her a base to begin with. Here, the beast has been tamed.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Not every guest spot works--Lauper's idiosyncrasies don't quite mesh with Alison Krauss's pristine bluegrass harmonies on Dolly Parton's "Hard Candy Christmas." But Lauper and Willie Nelson are simpatico originals on "Night Life," and "You're the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly," with Vince Gill playing Conway to her Loretta, is Cyndi's kind of shtick.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Essentially a wanna-be version of Madonna's American Life.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Too many forgettable concoctions make this just another so-so DJ mix. [10 Jun 2004, p.91]
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    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    A straightforward barnburner of an album.
    • 63 Metascore
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    It's inconsistent, veering from Drake (always solid, but distracted here) to very average MCs like Gudda Gudda. One bright spot is sassy newcomer Nicki Minaj.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Grading on a curve, the composition, “Opening Night,” deserves a solid B. It’s dorky, catchy, and whimsical. ... The rest of their springtime retreat sounds generally more Weezerish. ... As with the corniness of “Opening Night,” Cuomo’s strong knack for vocal melodies throughout saves a lot of otherwise half-baked or cliched lyrics.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Kiss too often defaults to mediocre dance pop like the Owl City collaboration "Good Time" – heavy on Disney-fied thump, light on memorable hooks that might highlight her unassuming adorableness.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Wasteland, Baby! has enough encouraging displays of maturation to feel like a transitional moment for Hozier. At its best, the album carves out a space for the singer to work out his creative tensions as he finds new ways to make his straight folk influences more accessible without losing anything along the way.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Eighties pop shine cut with pedal steel/fiddle poetry, Texas swing, cantina blues and achingly-crooned nostalgia that generally doesn’t feel hard sell, even when things gets treacly. Which of course, they do.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    It's a harrowing trip, and while clearly heartfelt, one is left with the impression that Let It Rain isn't so much meant to be enjoyed as pitied.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Levine and crew could be blue-eyed-soul godheads, the 21st-century Hall and Oates. But they need to loosen up first.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Their second album isn't as radically unusual as its well-regarded predecessor, but the template remains the same.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The Bright Lights of America, Anti-Flag's second major-label album and eighth overall, proves for the billionth time that good intentions don't always make good music.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Here We Go Again feels like a missed opportunity. Nelson's nylon-stabbing guitar is too scarce here, giving way to Marsalis' jazz band, a slick cast that rotates solos exhaustively.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Devil's Tattoo is unremittingly grim, and undeniably fun. Few bands wear their frowns so well.
    • 63 Metascore
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    With this solo alter ego, he digs into his gloomy-balladeer side.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Japanese-American hip-hop lifer Lyrics Born may never top Later That Day..., his career-defining 2003 album, but he still puts in an honest year's work.
    • 63 Metascore
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    An audacious set of... left-field covers (Radiohead's "Just," the Jam's "Pretty Green") turned into dance-soul tracks.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Less a great album than a group of scattershot bangers.
    • 63 Metascore
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    It's not just that the album would be more fun if it rocked harder; all too often on these songs she's straining for high notes or stranded in an arrangement that leaves her voice sounding breathy and reedy
    • 63 Metascore
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    Only by the Night is long on astral, arena-ready largeness, with blippy keyboards, droney guitars and whoa-oh-oh backing vocals.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Stevens is best balancing his composer side with his singer-songwriter side on songs like "Arnika," which packs all that avant-Andrew Lloyd Webber ambition into soft, simple benedictions for bedroom-size cathedrals.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Heaven and Hell excel at ye olde power-dungeon plod. Too bad Tony Iommi and Geezer Butler's most churning riffs tend to last mere seconds, before getting buried under attention-deficit arrangements and Dio's theatrical mythopoeia--which gets tiring when so many songs exceed six minutes.
    • 63 Metascore
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    You're left pining for more of her delicious weirdness, more sitar solos, more of her trombone playing and Swahili lyrics.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Too much of The Curse would be blandly anonymous if not for Harry's inimitable coo.
    • 63 Metascore
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    A collection of brassy manifestoes about independence and, naturally, outer space.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Takes Rilo's bright romance to a dreamy L.A.-rock extreme.
    • 63 Metascore
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    This album piles on the bump 'n' grind.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Vocally, he's less an MC than a greeter or a party promoter--and every­one on the planet is on his guest list.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Forget what you know about this guy and it'll come off like a decent, and rather efficient, little goth-pop record.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The pristine production undermines any realness, like an amber-tinted Instagram filter.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Chris Brown's sixth album is adventurous musically and a total mess lyrically.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The hair-shirt single "You Can't Count on Me" and the cheerily grim "Hanging Tree" are little masterpieces of pop craft, their arrangements and Duritz's invitingly petulant wail often echoing golden-era R.E.M. Sometimes that craft is enough: The latter song is so packed with guitar fireworks that its buzz-killing lines about freezing to death barely register.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Be As You Are is plenty pretty, but aside from the mildly Caribbean-flavored "Guitars and Tiki Bars," it sounds like Chesney's drummer never got back from fetching the Coronas.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Sarah McLachlan's first disc since splitting from her husband, Ashwin Sood, feels scattered: The carefree single "Loving You Is Easy" feels out of place.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The sometimes syrupy mix of piano, guitar and strings feels more like a formula than a genuine catharsis.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Donkey's plenty animated, but it lacks tunes that truly hijack eardrums, which makes it feel like a decent party--fun enough, but soon forgotten.
    • 63 Metascore
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    This aesthetic journey has alienated longtime fans missing the concise, angry Ani while attracting newbies charmed by her chops. Evolve speaks to both camps with a succinct summation of her experimental side, here focused and more refined.