The only thing glossier than the production on these high-school hallway-gossip tracks is the shimmery snottiness that permeates [their] lyrics. [Aug 2003, p.106]

Better than anyone could have predicted. [Sep 2003, p.112]

The Furries' songs have alwyas been strong enough to succeed without shock treatment, and these antics' absence means the addictive melodies of these classic, mostly straightforward pop and glam jams will just hit your bloodstream even quicker. [Sep 2003, p.104]

Head shows Eve 6 tweaking and perfecting their sound to become even more consistent and solid. [Aug 2003, p.104]

Pole's organic, vibrant music suggests he's busted out of his creative doldrums with gusto. [Aug 2003, p.110]

They're so busy crafting the perfect pop song... that they've made a uniformly dull album. [Sep 2003, p.102]

Loaded with lilting melodies, powerfully introspective lyrics, swelling harmonies and an orchestral quality whose timelessness transcends trends. [Jul 2003, p.121]

All you can do with oaklandazulasylum is dive in and hang on to the moments of true beauty, the shards of shattered folk songs, synth-pop and multitracked harmonies that litter--or decorate--why?'s mindscape. [Sep 2003, p.118]

Like all great albums, De-Loused in the Comatorium takes multiple listens to absorb, and, even then, you're probably not going to have a clue to what Bixler's raving about. [Jul 2003, p.107]

Better partiers than preachers, these Peas have found their pod. [Sep 2003, p.118]

[A] slickly produced holding pattern. [Jul 2003, p.122]

Mind-melting Indian-flavored strings... wispy vocal guest turns... and snarling, droning guitar riffs drench Rising in a pleasing psychedelic haze. [Jul 2003, p.124]

Narcotic, hypnotic and quietly cerebral, it's more satisfying and less elusive. [Jul 2003, p.112]

Tricky without edges and paranoia is freakin' dull. [Sep 2003, p.118]

Powerful drum beats user along the sometimes-Jack White, sometimes-Mick Jones vocals, while the guitar croons expressively throughout these low-key, lo-fi songs. [Aug 2003, p.96]

A sonically cinematic experience that will leave the listener feeling at once elated and emotionally drained. [Aug 2003, p.94]

While not as captivating as 2001's brilliant The Ghost Of Fashion, Soft Spot is yet another winning effort from this vastly underappreciated quartet. [Jul 2003, p.120]

Sadly, much of Welcome Interstate Managers is bogged down by forgettable midtempo slush. [Aug 2003, p.104]

You appreciate his delightful little melodies and quirky rhythmic tics more because you have to strain to hear 'em. [Aug 2003, p.110]

There's something for everyone here. [Jul 2003, p.120]

The guitars are processed into high-tech oblivion, and every song is eight minutes long when it should be five. [Aug 2003, p.100]

The A-side sports some significant drive and heft. [Jul 2003, p.122]

All beautifully realized, the kind of album critics say they love and then file far, far away. [Jul 2003, p.113]

Educational and motivational. [Jul 2003, p.126]

It's still early to see if they'll transcend the hype, but Dying In Stereo bodes well by keeping it real over simple old-school beats. [Aug 2003, p.108]

How many times can rock return in one year? [Jul 2003, p.122]

His brilliant mash-up of dancehall, techno, booty bass and stomping glam is a guaranteed floor-filler, whether you're laughing or not. [Jun 2003, p.109]

Ex Models make the cleanest and most non-metal racket you're likely to find. [Jul 2003, p.113]