What album are some of these people listening to?

[HairJordan23]

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/14380-recovery/


and I think that's out of 10


I know people that hate Em, but loved the album.

[DƎRDYPK]

LOL @ 2.8

[Matt21]

Yeah, out of 10, lol. So Recovery is much worse than Rebirth. And Drake got an 8.4 a couple of days ago.

[clustr]

i cant believe all these trashy reviews...

[HairJordan23]

Yeah, out of 10, lol. So Recovery is much worse than Rebirth. And Drake got an 8.4 a couple of days ago.

encore got a 6. So Encore was better than Recovery and Relapse. And Blueprint 3.


THey should have just 1 reviewer for each genre. It sounds like some of the reviewers are holding some kind of grudge. The guy from slant was offended by the gay bashing and women bashing. And so was the other bad review I saw.

I'm really only interested in XXL, Rolling stone, EW, and NYT

[14Shots]

they gave thank me later an 8.4 and distant relatives a 6.1

i mean if someone doesnt like Recovery w/e thats fine, but you have to be mentally retarded to think its worse than Encore

[77o77]

This is by far one of the worst reviews ive seen!

Watching Eminem attempt to re-situate himself in the pop landscape the past year or so has been a bizarre spectacle. He roared out of his post-Encore slumber in early 2009 seeming almost puppyishly eager to rap again, spitting verses for anyone who put him in front of a mic with a desperation that suggested he was making up for lost time. Relapse, his 2009 comeback album, found him trying to scratch and claw his way back into the body of 1999-era Slim Shady, but the effect was similar to Metallica trying to revisit their thrash years with 2008's Death Magnetic: The sound was there; the fury, long gone. No matter how many starlets he tortured and killed in his lyrics, Em couldn't rewrite the intervening years and the enervating effect they've had on his spirit.

So now he's back again, with the follow-up to Relapse, and as its title suggests, Recovery is meant to be triumphant, tracing Em's journey out of depression and drug addiction and back into the peak of his powers. Out of all the depressing aspects of Recovery, the worst is the realization that for listeners the album takes the opposite arc-- the more he motors on about having reclaimed his passion for hip-hop and finally figured out who he is, the more draining the album becomes. Eminem has never really known who he is, which has resulted in one of the most wildly erratic discographies of any major rap artist; at this point, the number of times he's sounded rudderless on record are catching up to the times he's sounded alive. At his best, he has always made a fascinating scramble of his internal turmoil, but the guy rapping on Recovery just sounds devoid of any noticeable joy, personality, or wit.Not that he's not trying. As on Relapse, Em almost passes out showing us he's still got it, rapping in double and triple time, piling tricky syncopations on top of each other, constructing whole verses with end rhymes buried in the middle of phrases-- basically any kind of pyrotechnical trick he can think of to wow the kind of rap listeners who venerate technical skill above all else. And yet for all the rattling-around-inside-the-beat syllable pileups here, there is almost nothing worth quoting. He reels off an astonishing amount of cringe-worthy puns, on the order of, "Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's." On the menopausal, Diane Warren-esque uplift anthem "Not Afraid", he actually strings together the excruciating lines, "Okay, stop playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap/ I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap." Eminem spends nearly half of Recovery insisting he's the best rapper alive, but for the first time in his career, he actually sounds clumsy.

He can't even coexist meaningfully with a beat-- every producer he works with seems to give him the most attenuated version of their signature sound possible and back away carefully. The liner notes will tell you that Recovery features production by Boi-1DA, Jim Jonsin, DJ Khalil, and Just Blaze along with the usual suspects Mr. Porter and Dre. But your ears will tell you it's the same click track Em's been rapping over since time immemorial-- the only times the beats elbow to the fore are with DJ Khalil's characteristically chunky and unwieldy rap-rock hybrids. Em just sort of drifts through these productions, as haunted and disembodied a presence as 2Pac on a posthumous release.

The only winning moment on the record comes early, with "Talkin' 2 Myself", where Em admits he contemplated dissing Kanye and Lil Wayne out of jealousy. "Thank god that I didn't do it-- I'd have had my ass handed to me," he raps, in a rare moment of wry honesty. The climax of the song sees him shouting out Wayne, Kanye, and T.I. in a show of solidarity, but the truth is Em doesn't even inhabit the same universe as these guys. He lives in a world all his own, and for the most part, that world doesn't allow for visitors. When Wayne shows up on "No Love", a po-faced duet built on a sample of Haddaway's "What Is Love", the point is hammered home-- the two rappers' verses don't even seem to belong to the same song. Marshall has never played all that comfortably or well with others, but here his solipsism is so overwhelming it negates whoever or whatever else is going on around him. He sucks the air out of the room just by stepping into it.

[Matt21]

I knew they'd trash the album but that was a horrible review and showed their agenda. I mean even if you disagree with their Relapse review, it was far better written. But who gives a fuck, I know I enjoy it, that's what matters.

[77o77]

They shit on every eminem track if you look at their Top 100 singles of 00-04

Lose Yourself, Stan, The Real Slim Shady are the only in the top 100
THey shit on TRSS(96) and stan(58)
Lose yourself was what they said the best of his and it was only 53
http://pitchfork.com/features/staff-lists/5949-the-top-100-singles-of-2000-04-part-one/1/

Here's their comments on TRSS:

Before "The Real Slim Shady", Eminem was just another successful (albeit white) rapper. He'd sold a lot of records, but he was a world away from the cover of Time or the Oscar acceptance podium. But when he said, "There's a million of us just like me/ Who cuss like me/ Who just don't give a fuck like me" over Dr. Dre's ADD cartoon bounce, all of a sudden it became truth-- which of course led to him being The Voice of a Generation and making a boring movie and churning out dark, ponderous, self-involved music. And so "The Real Slim Shady" would be one of our last glimpses at the Eminem who loved making music, who used his lightspeed nasal bleat to hammer sounds until he'd hit every last possible rhyming variation, whose gleefully dumb, goofy jokes were like presents to anyone listening to the radio. He may be a cultural institution now, but he still sounds like a rapper when this track plays. --Tom Breihan

[Devil'sAdvocate]

They hate Eminem That's all. mustve like Encore though.

[slimsoxshady]

you know you're big time when you have so many haters


but on the real, this w1gger needs to be fired after that shit...horrendous review

[HereHere]

You know he's doing something right when all the critics jump back on the bandwagon of giving him bad reviews.

[professor]

'Critics man. How come they never ask me how my day went?, well ill tell em. Yesterday my dog died...'

[darklord981]

Hahahaha they need a pitchfork up their ass!
MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Pllumi]

damn