Rolling Stone's Scores

For 5,914 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:
5914 music reviews
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    His nice-guy-with-a-retrograde-flow shtick is fast running out of steam.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Matchbox Twenty now seem almost dignified, a fact that is as much a tribute to their advancing abilities as it is to how shamelessly their sellout successors suck.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    You’ll notice when the guitars escalate on 'You’re Too Hot,' when Harry sotto-voces her sexpot act on 'Dirty and Deep.' But you’ll really notice when a long diminuendo fourteen tracks in proves a bridge to the last three songs.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Even by the standards of a remix album, Air's latest is a bit insubstantial.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Unfortunately, Borland has picked up Ween's affectations (pitch-altered vocals with wacky accents, ultra-chintzy synthesized beats) without the songcraft that lets them embody the genres they mock.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Kowalczyk is revisiting themes he's been mining for years. The band's signature sound of slowly rising choruses punctuated by Kowalczyk's rumbling wail has also grown quite stale.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The rudimentary guitar, starchy beats and formless synths just sound rough, never fun or spontaneous.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Their fifth disc is rife with signs of rock ambition - acoustic songcraft, sweeping guitar solos - folded into their vaguely emo, synthed-up sound.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Whatever novelty their sound once had has long since worn off, and the foreboding poetry and constipated howl of Wiccan singer Sully Erna are almost laughable.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    For all the sloganeering, Press the Spacebar never forgets that it's a dance album.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Mudvayne write some decent guitar hooks (check the title track), but their imagination is parched, with most songs hewing to one formula: riff, whimper, shriek, repeat.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    The 12th Bon Jovi album extends the Springsteen liberalism in JBJ's stadium­rattling Jersey cheese into full-on "social commentary" (his term).
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Birds of Pray, their sixth album, sounds a lot like the previous five.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    It's a crew album--of course it sucks. The depressing thing is how much. [28 Dec 2006, p.114]
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    • 50 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Timbo's genius has always been of the wizard-behind-the-curtain variety, and here his clunky croon dominates.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Melodrama drags down several cuts, including the absentee-dad lament "Dear Father," and in some form or another, you've heard all these songs before.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    #willpower siphons Chris Brown, Bieber, Britney, Miley, Skylar Grey, K-pop act N2E1 and many more through mistily whooshing, thunderously stomping dance pop that manages to be both hilariously one-dimensional and obsessively high-def.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    They played slick, heroic neo-grunge for the Clear Channel era, where all regions melted into one long, Nickelback impression. They're still clinging to that anthemic plod a decade later, like an eight year-old who can't bear to throw out a dead hamster.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Every rose has its thorn, and every airport bar has its 22-year-old divorcee. But not every album has two songs from different reality shows starring Bret Michaels.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Listening to an Owl City song is like speed-eating a box of Girl Scout cookies: You go from tasty to pukey in minutes.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Kitschy lyrics spin out of control here.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Its follow-up still trades in hard-driving anthems ('Use Me') and catchy hair-metal refrains (the title track), but frontman Austin Winkler is a bad representative for emotional frat dudes.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    His soft falsetto is sumptuous, but too many tracks veer into uncomfortable parody.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    With Sting's familiar bass sound driving most tracks, and Shaggy's production partner Sting International (no relation) providing bounce and clarity, 44/876 contains much of the sizzle of classic reggae or dancehall, though a little more substance would've been welcome too.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Valente has a pleasant, if thin, voice--she doesn’t have the chops to elevate this material into anything memorable.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Mims has good taste in beats. But this album seems just . . . superfluous.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    "Golden Showers in the Golden State" is almost as filthy and funny as early Blink at their best. But if this "Suburban King" wants to rise again, he may need some help from his friends.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    His worst enemy is still his own voice, an agitated whimper that makes even tender lines sound strangely like complaints.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    This is an album steeped in the anthemic feel of pop from decades past.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    It's a Top 40 record of a high order, packed with electro-pop hooks and big Kelly Clarkson-style shout-along choruses. Cyrus' 17-year-old ire--however genuine it is--just adds spice.