Reception
| Professional ratings | |
|---|---|
| Aggregate scores | |
| Source | Rating |
| Metacritic | (68/100) |
| Review scores | |
| Source | Rating |
| Allmusic | |
| Billboard | (Positive) |
| Blabbermouth | |
| Entertainment Weekly | A− |
| New York Post | |
| Rolling Stone | |
| The Austin Chronicle | |
| San Francisco Chronicle | (Positive) |
| USA Today | |
| Yahoo! | (Positive) |
The album debuted at number five on the U.S. Billboard 200, selling 92,000 copies in its first week; as of October 12, 2007, it has sold 222,000 copies and had fallen off the charts. Compared to the multi-platinum success of Contraband, Libertad was seen as a commercial disappointment for the band. The album is certified Gold in New Zealand and Canada. Upon its release, Libertad received generally positive reviews and was said to possibly be "THE rock record of the summer" according to the Associated Press. Rolling Stone also gave the album a good review, stating that "there is plenty of thrill in the fuzz-lined hard-rubber bends of Slash's guitar breaks and the way bassist Duff McKagan keeps time, like a cop swinging a billy club" and that the album had "honest depth."
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