The New York Times' Scores

For 2,075 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 55% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 41% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.2 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 71
Score distribution:
2075 music reviews
    • 74 Metascore
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    Somewhere Under Wonderland teems with lyrics full of rambling travelogue and mystical gobbledygook. Mr. Duritz sings them confidently, in a voice that’s not as laden with meaning as he seems to think, and preserving his shambolic nature.
    • 55 Metascore
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    V
    V is like a peppy new Nissan Altima: It won’t give you too many problems; it won’t attract stares; it probably won’t get stolen. Its parts are reliable, though none have the pulse of “Moves Like Jagger,” the 2011 hit that gave this group new life.
    • 81 Metascore
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    There are 17 songs here, and after a while, they feel short on basic songwriting surprises: Built on narrow foundations, high on crude intuition, they keep running into walls.
    • 72 Metascore
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    It’s cumbersome and overstuffed, even if some of its moments are keepers.
    • 62 Metascore
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    The music on Get Hurt is broader and more muscular. It feels like music made from the outside in, not the other way.
    • 63 Metascore
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    While Mr. Rosenberg can be affecting, the narrowness of his vision can be suffocating. Most of the time his lyrics are like teenager’s scribbled poems.
    • 76 Metascore
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    These songs don’t have a great dynamic range, or produce very surprising events. They float past you, often made of three or four chords and a trickling, curious beat.
    • 62 Metascore
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    It’s an uneven album, with stretches that were probably more fun in the studio than on replay.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Xscape does polish up these old songs, even if it wipes away some of Jackson’s ideas, like the big-band tango Jackson invoked on the demo of “Blue Gangsta.” And Jackson’s voice--deliberately pushed up front in the mixes--is more vivid, and less processed-sounding, than it was on his later albums.... Yet it’s clear why Jackson shelved the songs on Xscape. They’re near misses, either not quite as striking as what he released or lesser examples of ideas he exploited better elsewhere.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    In some tracks Corazón feels like a committee crossover project.... But Corazón also finds vibrant international connections.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Student’s complete commitment to character and form compensate slightly for the unrelenting weirdness of this project.
    • 69 Metascore
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    As a whole, the album is monochromatic, too single-minded about Ms. Mayfield’s new sound--and, at times, a little too determined to reverse-engineer Nirvana’s flanged guitar effects. And her laconic new lyrics don’t always offer the subtleties and paradoxes of her earlier songs.
    • 59 Metascore
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    Recess arrives feeling more like a checked-off item on a bucket list.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Throughout the album, Mr. Blacc sings with the kind of earthy vitality that many studied neo-soul singers don’t have the voice to match. But too often, the production--most of it by DJ Khalil--is so thoroughly retro that Mr. Blacc only reminds a listener of whom he’s emulating.
    • 69 Metascore
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    He’s deliberate in his choice of songwriters, including Shane McAnally and Josh Kear, who provide some of the better songs on this hit-or-miss album.
    • 71 Metascore
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    Both men put tender wheeze and murmur into their voices, but sing in unison or octaves as a default mode, which grows dull almost instantly.
    • 67 Metascore
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    The best of them--mostly the resigned or farseeing songs, the songs that have no hero and no story--rise above the odds. But a large portion of the record feels, let’s say, official.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Songs like "Cookie," "Crazy Sex" and "Legs Shakin'" start off as promises of highly skilled sexual attentions, but end up as to-do lists.
    • 47 Metascore
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    The songs come with soaring sentimental choruses, but brittle rhythmic foundations--you will miss Sib Hashian, Boston’s old drummer--as well as deeply grandiose or cornball keyboard parts.... Where Mr. Delp is absent, the singers Tommy DeCarlo or David Victor commit passable imitations, or Kimberley Dahme provides bland contrast.
    • 42 Metascore
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    It’s often only functional, crucially low on thrills; the riffs, over barely changing, stock-punk rhythm patterns, have no breathing space.
    • 50 Metascore
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    Ms. Spears and Will.i.am have turned to European disc jockeys who have found dance music’s lowest, least funky common denominator: the steady thump of four-on-the-floor. And they’ve settled for too many tepid tracks.
    • 53 Metascore
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    It [his voice] wants badly to roar but is given almost no opportunity to here apart from the savage “Traitor.” And so mostly, Mr. Daughtry is a caged animal on this album.
    • 56 Metascore
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    “You Don’t Want These Problems”--a posse cut featuring Mr. Ross, Big Sean, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Timbaland--comes closer to hitting the album’s bull’s-eye of gloating complaint.... Much of the rest of Suffering From Success feels rote, with too little payoff for the crassness.
    • 56 Metascore
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    A few times on the competent but wearisome Crash My Party he sounds dutifully twangy, but those moments are exceptions.
    • 59 Metascore
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    What’s striking is how unambitious most of the rest of the album is, especially the half that’s produced by Mr. Thicke with his longtime production partner Pro-Jay.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The words are working hard here, and the music is, too, but Mr. Urban is gliding through, barely quaking at all.
    • 81 Metascore
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    AM
    The songs are still sullen, smart and cleverly constructed. But too often on AM, Arctic Monkeys sound less like amalgamators than like imitators.
    • 74 Metascore
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    It’s possible to like this record in theory while imagining one that’s 50 percent more enjoyable.
    • 81 Metascore
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    The album has stability, consistency. But too much of it.
    • 72 Metascore
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    All together, that makes Hall of Fame beautiful more often than it’s interesting, because Big Sean’s ear is working smarter than his mouth.
    • 69 Metascore
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    The end-zone dance that is “Bugatti” is far more in keeping with hip-hop’s prevailing mood, and half of this album tries to match it but falls short. But most of the rest of Trials & Tribulations is far darker and more reflective.
    • 69 Metascore
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    For each solid purchase on a strong lyric there’s a mess somewhere else; for nearly every powerful accretion of sound there’s a nearly unbearable one. The record’s volatility both saves and mars it.
    • 68 Metascore
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    The Blessed Unrest is all shoulder-drooping heft, and her musical choices are vexing.
    • 38 Metascore
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    Throughout the album, there is chaos.
    • 72 Metascore
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    Her fifth, is one of the most convincing R&B albums of the year, even if it does a very thin job of being convincing about Ciara herself.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Though Timbaland’s productions always hold some sly surprises, “Magna Carta ... Holy Grail” comes across largely as a transitional album, as if Jay-Z has tired of pop but hasn’t found a reliable alternative.
    • 77 Metascore
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    The record is awkward and seriously pretentious at times, but you can’t miss the heat of its ambition.
    • 55 Metascore
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    This is a clangorous album in every way, full of brick-dense synths and abusive drums, and it often succeeds by blind force. But elsewhere the duo--Nathaniel Motte and Sean Foreman--are much slier and much more successful.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The songs on Re-Mit, his 30th studio album with his band the Fall, resemble a row of unevenly smashed windows, or patches of broken concrete in a street--unsightly ruptures within a familiar context, potentially more shapely and interesting the closer you look, but perhaps not.
    • 76 Metascore
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    The arrangements are bold but often misplaced, cluttering and distracting from the songs instead of illuminating them; the characters get lost in their costumes.
    • 59 Metascore
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    The electronics are there, however, and they lift the album’s better songs out of the sad-sack zone.
    • 51 Metascore
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    It’s less manic, less experimental, less unpredictable and, oddly, less consistent.
    • 50 Metascore
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    What About Now suggests a few paths for progress, and an ambivalence about committing to any one of them, all under a comfort-zone haze of undifferentiated, low-ambition, lightly rootsy hard rock.
    • 71 Metascore
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    Mr. Lovano is taking a step back from the material of jazz and looking at its motivating forces; implicitly, he’s asking why we make it in the first place. As long as the question lingers in your head, the album works. When the music slackens, and the tension dissipates, the question goes away.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Two Lanes is an album that’s all compromise and almost no courage, a coloring book that hasn’t been filled in. He is a star resting on what look like laurels but are actually fallacies.
    • 81 Metascore
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    The results have been slow and messy and atmospheric, full of contemporary R&B's customary ingredients (virtual strings, AutoTune, gold-plated emotion) but stretched out, heavy on atmosphere, light on hooks.
    • 66 Metascore
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    When the Game isn't rapping about other rappers--which is rare--he is sometimes rapping like other rappers.
    • 56 Metascore
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    For someone so relaxed, he certainly sounds at odds with much of this album; even the warm, enveloping production, primarily by ID Labs, doesn't loosen up his stiff flow at all.
    • 66 Metascore
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    As she watches love drift into and, more often, out of reach, the songs find themselves dissolving too.
    • 78 Metascore
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    Why is her big-voiced delivery so similar and balanced in nearly every song? Why are there no sharp intakes of breath, stutters, meaningful cracks or strange textures, like the battling squeaks that made "Love," one of her early singles, so good?
    • 69 Metascore
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    It's a measure of how powerful parenthood really is that it generates so many clichés. The new songs that push that subtext out front quickly grow trite, in words and music.... It's the tracks in which Ms. Keys seems to pay attention to a quieter story rather than building new pedestals for herself--that echo and smudge and smear sounds, that lead toward paradox--that suggest something new for her.
    • 63 Metascore
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    The sources wouldn't matter if Pitbull added much to them. But he's not budging from the formula of his million-selling 2011 album, "Planet Pit."
    • 62 Metascore
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    All together, it's just another round of throwing ideas at the wall. Everything sticks, more or less. But for how long?
    • 81 Metascore
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    The album wears thin in totality, but has isolated moments: entrances and releases and dropouts.
    • 56 Metascore
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    The anonymity of much of Lotus is its biggest crime, more than its musical unadventurousness or its emphasis on bland self-help lyrics or its reluctance to lean on Ms. Aguilera's voice.
    • 71 Metascore
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    Whatever left turn Mr. Keith took [with "Red Solo Cup"] has been ruthlessly course-corrected on this album, which is dutiful and workmanlike and totally bereft of passion, so rote it could possibly have been written and recorded over a long weekend.
    • 68 Metascore
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    Even at his most powerful, singing hard in his nasal voice--it's got impact but not much traction.
    • 76 Metascore
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    "Wide River to Cross," by Buddy and Julie Miller is a contemporary outlier on an album crowded with relics, and its beautiful realization invites the question of what other sort of album Ms. Krall and Mr. Burnett might have made without any point to prove.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Mr. West is often nowhere to be found, and more crucially, nowhere to be felt. Parts of this album - "Sin City," "The One," "Creepers" - feature what's easily the laziest music on any Kanye-related project, with no trace of his trademark meticulousness.
    • 73 Metascore
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    Charmer, her eighth studio album, represents a sunny turn for her, at least in relative terms.
    • 75 Metascore
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    "Merriweather Post Pavilion," had comparatively more open space, medium tempos, and a lot more Panda Bear, who restricts himself emotionally as he tries to make his limited voice beautiful. This record is dominated, even saturated, by Avey Tare, who does not.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Rumer can't conjure the right twinge of dissolution for Neil Young's "A Man Needs a Maid," and her lack of urgency on "Soulsville," by Isaac Hayes, is damning. But elsewhere she slides into the premise as into a tub full of suds, communing with Townes van Zandt's "Flyin' Shoes" and Jimmy Webb's "P. F. Sloan."
    • 75 Metascore
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    The album's unity of mood becomes a haze over the course of its nearly two-hour running time.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Even though Mr. Ross's rapping is prime, it isn't enough to carry this album. Just at the moment that he's finally not underrated, he has underdelivered.
    • 76 Metascore
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    This is an art-school record; Ms. Levi's work resists easy pleasure and traditional beauty.... [yet] her songs hook you.
    • 75 Metascore
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    The partnership [Afro-Euro balance] is more complicated and less satisfying.
    • 54 Metascore
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    It's when he deviates from the plastic norm that he actually sounds most awkward.
    • 68 Metascore
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    [The album] seems to prefer operating under a steady churn of gloom. But there's real muscle here, both in the singing, which is rendered wide and fat, an ooze of its own; and also in the guitar playing, which is hefty and dark.
    • 77 Metascore
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    What's intended to be raw can sound smug. In "Dirt" the Thing pushes past the tenderness that lives in that song to get to aggressive, stylized and finally anonymous squalling. Its loud catharsis rolls over her quieter one, and it's not the only time that happens on this record.
    • 59 Metascore
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    His records over the last nine years, including the new Punching Bag, slide too easily into benign corniness.
    • 75 Metascore
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    He doesn't sound like he's trying to chase after Nashville's contemporary norm, which is admirable. But his confidence often scans as complacency.
    • 83 Metascore
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    Few songs on "Blunderbuss" truly knock the wind out of you, as the White Stripes could - even with riffs that were fragmentary, simple or borrowed. This is a songwriter's record, and a kind of orchestrator's record; there's also a new overall vehemence in the lyrics, hammering on dishonesty, jealousy, immorality.
    • 53 Metascore
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    California 37 resides gladly in "Hey, Soul Sister's" shadow, full of equally goofy songs, some more so.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Filled with platitudes and, eventually, psychobabble, dippy even by Mr. Mraz's standards.
    • 78 Metascore
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    It's got plenty of ups and downs.
    • 67 Metascore
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    [A] comfortable, small and sometimes vague album.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Mr. McGraw has never sounded this casual. It doesn't suit him.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Her singing is collected and on pitch, whether she's working with a whispery hush or a lemon-tart croon.
    • 70 Metascore
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    All in all it's a step forward for Young Jeezy, even if everyone around him is walking much faster.
    • 57 Metascore
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    The album stays kindly, polished and simpering all the way through, with only one surprise.
    • 54 Metascore
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    Mr. Bieber hasn't ever sounded this good. But even Mr. Harrell can't place Mr. Bieber on equal footing with some of his more accomplished guests
    • 64 Metascore
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    Throughout his cheerful jumble of a fifth album, Love After War, he pushes both of those buttons [tight execution and a suspension of disbelief], asking you to admire his tasteful slickness without delving much deeper than the surface.
    • 56 Metascore
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    He mainly revisits old tropes without a wink.
    • 55 Metascore
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    The new versions can be garish (pseudo-tribal drums and jungle noises in "Ben"?) or touching.
    • 62 Metascore
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    The mess can be tense and charmed, or just dull. Ersatz G. B. is too often dull.
    • 75 Metascore
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    In making the songs so monumental, Florence and the Machine have also made them impersonal.
    • 83 Metascore
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    Normally, she's emphatic in the right places, but this album also includes some of Ms. Lambert's least committed singing.
    • 56 Metascore
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    Cut by cut, Someone to Watch Over Me is not as strong as its forerunners.
    • 55 Metascore
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    The sound is brand-name familiar but all too settled; the songs place their hard-rock hooks neatly but without the original band's startling ups and downs.
    • 51 Metascore
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    The energy of this album sometimes outpaces the singer, who's best when he's deliberate, and whose voice isn't as robust as it could be on these songs.
    • 69 Metascore
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    It's a spare and occasionally stiff album that has more to do with, say, the Indigo Girls than the 1960s bands the Bangles grew up worshiping.
    • 52 Metascore
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    An almost total lack of good songs constitutes the album's basic problem. Once that's understood, the record becomes sort of entertaining: gaudy, vacuous, densely mannered.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Like most tribute albums, Johnny Boy Would Love This is mixed, with a few misfires, like Snow Patrol's overblown "May You Never." But Mr. Martyn's pensive, moody spirit comes through, and the tribute should send listeners back to his own 1973 masterpiece, "Solid Air."
    • 51 Metascore
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    These ambitiously sung songs make for tremendous chaos: the lyrics about uplift are often trite, the furiously modern arrangements are often cliched.
    • 67 Metascore
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    More than any of her previous releases Femme Fatale is blank. Ms. Spears isn't much more than a celebrity spokeswoman for the work of the producers Max Martin, Dr. Luke and others, who need artists like Ms. Spears as calling cards.
    • 52 Metascore
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    Mr. Brown sings, with a modicum of angst [on "Up To You"]. But for much of this album--almost the whole second half, actually--Mr. Brown is chasing Usher with a ferocity out onto the dance floor, where no one will pay much mind to his words.
    • 57 Metascore
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    Lasers is a chaotic album full of gummy rhymes that look better on the page than they sound to the ear, delivered with a tone of tragic bombast.
    • 71 Metascore
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    Where the spirit-void blankness of R.E.M. once felt intuitive and intentional, it now feels accidental. Most of this record's musical temperament seems reheated or purchased.
    • 75 Metascore
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    Her uneven but warmly satisfying new album, Silver Pony, attempts the best of both worlds.
    • 76 Metascore
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    For me it doesn't work; it stomps on the fragility he's been building up for 40 minutes. But because it comes together so slowly, it's of a piece with this record's careful mood.