Rolling Stone's Scores

For 5,910 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:
5910 music reviews
    • 79 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    The album’s feel and sound is resiliently explosive, especially on the three-song mini mega-mix of sorts that kicks things off. ... The rest of the album feels a little more perfunctory, never quite being of a piece a la their euphoric 2010 return-to-form Further, or offering uniquely memorable high-points a la Born in the Echoes’ “Tomorrow Never Knows”-tinged face-melter “I’ll See You There.”
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Pratt's jazz-steeped singing and rich guitar harmonies can recall early Joni Mitchell, or a nimble, less overbearing twist on the psychedelic folk of 21st-century artists like Joanna Newsom.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Hansard too often lapses into his trademark brooding melodrama--an easy fallback for a singer who's at his best, nowadays, when he's trying something new.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    There are snoozers like the title track... but there are also pretty, narcotically alluring cuts like "FM." [21 Sep 2006, p.86]
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    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Far crisper and way less jagged than his last two albums. [30 Dec 2004, p.160]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 79 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    black midi take a serious detour into pretentious overreach here. [Jul - Aug 2022, p.120]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Guesting on a Yoko Ono LP has become like getting cast in a Woody Allen film: an artistic validation and New York City-branded right of passage. It’s also clearly a hoot.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    At turns pensive and frenetic but always richly textured. [17 Oct 2002, p.72]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 79 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    All the humorless gloom and doom feels oppressive after a while. [18 Sep 2003, p.74]
    • Rolling Stone
    • 79 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    After a few listens, the charm of many of Willner's soundscapes fades: They provide a certain Vicodin-buzz pleasure--and then they don't.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Miss Anthropocene is no doubt a work of ambition, and Boucher’s aims at bringing further awareness to the climate crisis are noble. ... Yet what the album actually has to say about climate change is often lost under the admittedly beautiful, meticulously composed wreckage. By the album’s end, Boucher has abandoned the muddled villainous pretext in favor of her own utopian fantasies.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    So while her voice is exquisite--a less burnished version of her pal Emmylou Harris'--it's still surprising to find her doing an LP of mainly cover
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    DeMarco's weed-y lazy-day croon can be a little too tongue-in-cheek. He's best when he's more earnest, both lyrically and melodically.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Not all the ideas connect, but the tunes are plenty inviting.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The movie-cue instrumentals, underdeveloped sketches and an incongruous fake cop-show theme prevent About a Boy from fully holding together as an album, but at the core of this soundtrack are some elegant, fully realized songs.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    There's enough mayhem and murder to satisfy any Scarface groupie.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Replace the sleepy stuff with more songs like "My Moon," and The Reminder would have been killer. [3 May 2007, p.147]
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    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The result is songs suited less for a rock club than a church sanctuary, with Picker playing the forlorn choirboy.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    On their first album in eight years, these How High stars seem every bit the pleasure-seekers they used to be.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Though the fatalistic title number sticks, there's a reason Ellis shares his most memorable copyrights with James Brown.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    An uneven album... but it's a nice soundtrack for a lonesome drunken night. [14 Oct 2004, p.98]
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    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    With repeated listens, what feels at first like unmelodic obduracy reveals some hidden charms.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    On their eighth album, this roots-music party band still acts as if electricity was never invented.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    If the disc drags in places, Jarosz makes up for it with a pair of smart covers: Tom Waits' 'Come On Up to the House' and a take on the murder ballad 'Shankill Butchers' that betters the Decemberists' original.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    When Bemis is on--shuffling between a touching Latinate melody and an ace, bloodletting chorus on 'Hangover Song,' delivering the sugar-rush pop of 'Shiksa (Girlfriend)'--his songs are tuneful and invigorating.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Moorer's handsome voice is remarkably twangless here. Also remarkable is that the most indelible of her goth-chick musings is the happiest-sounding.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Xen
    Arca has built a robotic, alien world strengthened by its beating heart.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Thrilling in five-minute bursts, a little tiring over a 50-minute LP, Rashad gives us a take on minimalism in the no-attention-span era: repetitive, ominous, eerily calm but always threatening to explode.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Their fourth LP feels like their most serious yet--but that doesn't mean they've matured.
    • 79 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The second Zola Jesus disc could have spelunked into Brontë Sisters silliness, but its churning, creepy urgency proves hard to dismiss.