Average Rating: 3.60 Rating Variance: 1.47 Objectivity Score: 72% (Fairly Balanced)
Sort by: Rating | Release Date | Rating Date | NameBroken Bells Broken Bells3.5Titus Andronicus The Monitor1.5Kesha Animal5.0Justin Bieber My World4.0P.O.D. Greatest Hits: The Atlantic Years1.5Escape the Fate Dying Is Your Latest Fashion3.5Opeth Blackwater Park4.0Owl City Ocean Eyes4.0fun. Aim and Ignite4.0Lil Wayne Tha Carter III4.5The Blood Brothers ...Burn, Piano Island, Burn4.0Billy Ray Cyrus Some Gave All5.0Panic! at the Disco Pretty. Odd.1.0Panic! at the Disco A Fever You Can't Sweat Out5.0blink-182 Enema Of The State5.0blink-182 Take Off Your Pants And Jacket4.0blink-182 Blink-1824.5Boys Like Girls Love Drunk3.5Pearl Jam Backspacer2.0Why? Alopecia4.5Why? Eskimo Snow3.5Brand New Daisy1.5What Brand New ultra-fans often accuse detractors of their last release The Devil and God... and now Daisy of is an inability to accept the band's maturity and evolution. But this misses the point. Starting off as a rip-roaring pop-punk outfit with some of the most exciting and dynamic abilities to grace the deliberately simplistic genre, they have now become the epitome of boring, sour college kid rock. Brand New didn't need a complete genre shift to demonstrate to every one that they were far ahead of their pop-punk peers in terms of lyrical introspection, yet here they crown themselves the kings of self-important, meaningless indie-rock verse, inadvertently destroying their reputation as a band that could successfully marry raw emotion with brooding thought. Most bitterly, lead singer Jesse Lacey's vocals have now abandoned the visceral outrage that defined the band's earlier work, replacing them with a scatterbrained performance that ranges everywhere from excruciatingly annoying screaming to Modest Mouse drone. Oddly enough, this outing's obvious plea for anti-commercial outsider appeal is actually the opposite, as it is specifically manufactured to appeal to the band's aging fanbase. Those who enjoyed Your Favorite Weapon are now entering their twenties, and angst, the band figures, is no longer their dig. And so they instead offer faux-literary embellishment talk-sung (and worst, screeched) over blurry, banal chord progressions. Dullness is not maturity. This album is just boring.AFI Crash Love4.0If you're not yet sold on this album, give the first thirty five seconds a listen. These fucking weird, distant, horror music clips play before coming to the forefront of the sound and transforming into a "typical" sounding AFI guitar riff, when suddenly, BAM, this fucking HEAVENLY sounding riff that sounds something like the most epic thing that has ever happened in the world, like if jesus decided to pick up a guitar and play a song inspired by the fall of man. Okay. Fanboyish but you get the point. There's my soundoff. Listen to this.
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