Drowned In Sound's Scores

  • Music
For 4,812 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 53% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 44% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1.9 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Music review score: 71
Highest review score: 100 It Won't Be Like This All the Time
Lowest review score: 0 BE
Score distribution:
4812 music reviews
    • 81 Metascore
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    Unfortunately, the plodding repetition soon rears its ugly head again, and stays for the duration.
    • 64 Metascore
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    The problem with Human (the album) is that it feels like it’s been over tooled for success, that the commercial facets of his talents have been blown up at the expense of what might have actually made him interesting.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Mellifluous, yet unenticing.
    • tbd Metascore
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    By psychobilly's own modern standards it's serviceable, faithful, consistent and good for a groggy pogo, but in the greater scheme of things there's very little here to nourish the modern punk fan.
    • 63 Metascore
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    World On Fire, while certainly not without charms, is a record that's happy to coast instead of climb.
    • 65 Metascore
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    It's just there was the expectation of more, and this has left me a bit cold.
    • 66 Metascore
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    Though Taiga ends on something of a high, in all it comes across as a wholly wasted opportunity that, with a few lessons in moderation and restraint, could have been something altogether more impressive.
    • 63 Metascore
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    Mercifully, this album shouldn’t even be a footnote – it’s no nadir, for sure, but it sure isn’t any good.
    • 54 Metascore
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    There’s flashes of very skilled songwriting, but there’s also the cynical, calculated feel of a record built with a certain commercial targets in mind.
    • 68 Metascore
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    Despite any popularity which may come their way, what Mumford & Sons have produced in Sigh No More is nothing more than an empty shell of a half-decent record.
    • 64 Metascore
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    These glimpses of something unexpected are few and far between, much of We Started Nothing tonally muddled into a weird new form of MOR: cool for five minutes amongst the fashionable crowd but unlikely to reach audiences beyond those fascinated with the hot and happening.
    • 70 Metascore
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    The songs flow by and are engaging enough, but as soon as they’ve finished you’ve totally forgotten them.
    • 70 Metascore
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    Now they’re back, back, back (repetition absolutely necessary) with a second dose of barely-pubesced raucousness and, a mere two spins down the line, DiS is seriously reconsidering the prospect of having children, like, ever.
    • 64 Metascore
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    Off the Record is of more interest as a historical document than for the music itself--something Bartos would probably admit.
    • 61 Metascore
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    Sleep Mountain lacks both the urgency and unhinged fervour of Arcade Fire and the inventive mischief of the Flaming Lips.
    • 68 Metascore
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    Some sparks of brilliance fly in Instructions, but not enough to distinguish the spectacle of Heck from their recorded output.
    • 68 Metascore
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    It’s most thrilling moments are the ones you’ve already heard before.
    • 67 Metascore
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    The man wants so much to create a ‘70s-apeing epic, but fails. Yet that's not to say this is a bad record per se, it's just that Knapp's whole Son, Ambulance project has a good few obvious clangers dragging it down.
    • 80 Metascore
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    Here, the former Supergrass leader is so busy trying to prove something with his lofty themes and overreaching stylisation, that all of the magic is lost.
    • 46 Metascore
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    It is laudable for Smith to try and eschew the eccentric frontman label in favour of something more cerebral. But in attempting to reach for the moon, he ends up merely stalled and snagged, dangling awkwardly from an unwieldy scaffold of clumsy platitude and hollow couplets.
    • 78 Metascore
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    Major moves some distance away from Fang Island's core aims, and their first record's core strengths--instead offering up a collection of tracks which do far too little, for far too long.
    • 62 Metascore
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    This Is What the Truth Feels Like is half-baked in places and perhaps a little too safe in others, but it’s really, properly genuine, and if she doesn’t leave it a decade next time, Stefani might still be able to make a great pop record. It’s in there, somewhere.
    • 65 Metascore
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    Alas, The Temple of I & I, does not hit the high benchmarks of prior quality. Very much a Thievery album in its own right, with the tropical rhythms alongside the DC-based musicians approach to studio-dub, the LP falls short of the classic peak moments of the past.
    • 74 Metascore
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    This is ultimately an unremarkable--and frankly forgettable--third album from a notably gifted songwriter.
    • 62 Metascore
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    Vices & Virtues is quite some distance from the triumphs of that remarkable record.
    • 71 Metascore
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    For the most part Underneath the Rainbow lacks the acerbic wit that has underscored so much previous Lips material; there’s a handful of tracks here that really are sorely lacking in character.
    • 71 Metascore
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    The material ranges from the sublime to the good to the galling.
    • 72 Metascore
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    Regrettably, there's little substance to take in here.
    • 50 Metascore
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    Ultimately, ‘Winning Days’ is an highly frustrating listen.
    • 59 Metascore
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    The arena-filling sound that runs through modern music owes something to Bon Jovi, but This House… comes across more like their third-tier spiritual successors, comprised of forgettable dance-rock and schmaltzy slow-burners loaded with endless platitudes and those echoey, staccato guitar lines that bands do when they want to sound big.