A number that some guy who also listens to music would assign to an album as its “rating” trivial, to say the least.
I’m having an inner dialogue about a freaking number. Jesus Christ, you see what happened though? I, like anyone who has read a Pitchfork review, have fallen into its trap. I would give it a 10, certainly, but leaving out my teenage experiences that are intermingled with the music and sway my opinion of it toward the positive, it absolutely deserves better. By that accord, “Discovery” deserves at least an eight. Yes, I am a Daft Punk fan, but more importantly, I am a music obsessive who believes every album deserves a critical listen and exits on a scale from dismal to excellent, regardless of one’s preference for genre. This perturbs me for a number of reasons. For Daft Punk, it’s the score Pitchfork Media gave to their best album, “Discovery,” in 2001. A six point four out of ten on a test is a solid “D.” In the Olympics, a six point four score for a gymnast would be dismal.
As a score, it could mean a lot of things.
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