A willfully dumb concoction of crotch-grabbing Southern rock workouts and boneheaded strip-joint anthems. [Dec 2007, p.121]

The Unforgiving's rampaging orchestral stabs and hysterical synths, coupled with Sharon den Adel's fevered vocal flourishes, make for awful Euro-pop with the odd distorted guitar. [May 2011, p.115]

They run a schizophrenic gamut of cinematic moods that bleed into one another jammed together into one disorienting hour that reaches its end without any discernible narrative reward. [Dec 2012, p.104]

California Hymn pulls something out of the hat at the end, but Anyway.... is so addled and confused it will likely be in the bin long before then. A real shocker. [Sep 2016, p.111]

Musically, it sucks. [Feb 2005, p.98]

Without Pop The Glock's digitised vocals Hartley sounds like a karaoke version of '80s rapper Roxanne Shante. [Aug 2010, p.126]

A risible attempt to recapture long-vanished glories. [Nov 2007, p.137]

Wretched. [Dec 2003, p.124]

Entirely meritless. [Apr 2013, p.104]

Fatally it offers nothing to suggest a band moving forwards. [May 2013, p.109]

A load of rubbish. [Jul 2012, p.110]

Some rather ordinary, slightly tuneless indie rock. [Jul 2005, p.112]

Ultimately, this 11-track LP is nine songs too long as the rest swill around the bottom of the indie-rock barrel like thin gruel. [Apr 2014, p.121]

Middle-age is no excuse for such an unforgivably bland collection of over-emoted love songs. [Dec 2002, p.102]

There's a sense that he's trying to pass off a lack of ability as some kind of artistic statement. [Aug 2009, p.113]

The band sound bored. [Dec 2012, p.103]

Son of Richard and Linda. Acorns can fall far... [March 2011, p. 115]

So migraine-inducing that the Crazy Frog would seem like light relief. [May 2006, p.129]

Most disappointing of all... is the drab nature of Ryder's contribution: slurred, incoherent, and largely based around drug stories and lots of swearing. [Aug 2003, p.103]

Anyone believing that Bush betrayed grunge's punk promise will feel like reaching for a shotgun. [Aug 2008, p.135]

Alas, they're not very good. [Feb 2005, p.102]

They fail to relocate it [their exuberance] on the follow-up, which if anything, is even drearier. [Sep 2011, p.104]

Give this album a very wide berth. [Feb 2011, p.120]

There are no highlights. Appalling. [Sep 2011, p.110]

At least Nickelback know how to write a tune. [Jul 2003, p.104]

It's one boringly pedestrian plod after another. [Jun 2012, p.104]

Duets guns unerringly for lounge-y stasis, swerving any trace of the funk, grit or bile which make Morrison such a unique treasure.... Criminal. [May 2015, p.108]

This debut has her trilling like Mariah Carey on fluffy R&B tunes. [Oct 2003, p.103]