...cause I can...
So with school back in session long nights, load of homework and no down time is likely to be unavoidable. I usually enjoy my commute back and forth to my personal hell with my usual musical repertoire ofGuns and Roses, Queen, Journey and the Foo Fighters (call me old fashioned cause I don't give a fuck). I feel like music and talent has gone down hill since the age of rock and if you aren't the wannbe country bumpkins mentioned in my open letter you are a teenager or child with no taste in music. For this generation, this year unfortunately, there is plenty of music scheduled to be released that is sure to be nothing short of an atrocity. Here are the five albums I'm least excited for in the Fall of 2013.
1) Hall of Fame - Big Sean
Out August 27th
Big Sean is a hack who pairs a massive ego with miniscule rhymes. Dude raps like he has a mouth full of wind chimes and his best song has a Nicki Minaj verse on it. Big Sean is on that CyHi level on G.O.O.D Music where you just wonder why the hell Ye' still keeps him on there, but at least CyHi has "Ray-Ban Vision" and his verse on "So Appalled." Big Sean's claim to fame is the phrase "ass quake." Next time someone tells you that the Detroit mixtape is one of the best albums of 2012, break their jaw.
Big Sean thinks his verse on "Control" (which won't even be on the album) was better than Kendrick's or Jay Electronica's because Big Sean is the EXACT type of pompousjackass who would read how much praise someone besides him is getting on a song he's on, only to get jealous about the pub, so he says he's better. He's the guy who not only will jump off the bridge if everyone else is doing it, but he'll jump off the Ambassador Bridge, claim that it was cooler than everyone else who jumped off the Golden Gate, and say that anyone who disagrees is a hater.
Speaking of taking a plunge, Big Sean needs to find a void to fall in, never to return to plague us with rhymes as lame as "Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering / White girls politicking, that's that Sarah Palin." Every day, nursing home geriatrics take shits hotter than the best Big Sean verse out there. This album is going to absolutely suck, yet will go platinum, making it a commercial success but an absolute waste of musical talent surrounding Sean Michael Anderson. Not even production from arguably the hottest producer out right now in Hit-Boy, who created the beat for "Goldie," "N***s in Paris," and "Clique," can save Big Sean from audibly tripping over his own feet trying to pronounce a word with more than two syllables.
Prediction: Certified Platinum
2) From Here to Now to You - Jack Johnson
Out
Everyone listening to this album will be too stoned or too stupid to realize that Jack Johnson is the worst. Every single Jack Johnson song sounds the same. That sentiment gets used often in music, but never has it been quite so apt. Seriously, go put on Jack Johnson Radio on Pandora or something and try to figure out when one song ends and another begins. We'll wait. Oh you fell asleep already? Sorry about that.
Anyway, we need another Jack Johnson album like we need another Olive Garden. The parallells between the two are eerie.There are already plenty, and they are all perfectly mediocre and should never be utilized by sentient beings, yet there'll always be someone convinced to go back for the breadsticks. Or something like that. The next album has just about zero chance to be any different. If Jack Johnson suddenly becomes something other than generic shitty stoner guitar music, it would cause a rip in the space-time continuum, letting in massive terrifying, spliffed monsters that would demand all of our couches and all of our Cheetos. If he drops something that's not bland guitar and soft vocals, we'd be more frightened than impressed. Expect more of the same, unfortunately. Maybe he will just re-release "Banana Pancakes" and stretch it for like 45 minutes. That's probably better than whatever this will be.
Prediction: Certified OG Kush
3.) Nothing Was the Same - Drake
Out
Sorry Brittany does NOT like Drake on Facebook. Stupid Drake. He still has that same monotone drawl that lulls you to sleep, and that same boring, lazy flow that makes him perfect in every generic white girl's sex playlist on Spotify, nestled in between The Weeknd and "Burn" by Usher. The evolution of Drake has been commercial rather than musical, because in the end he is still exactly what he was when Best I Ever Had dropped in 2009: a soft, shitty, whiny fuckboy.
Between the overrated, overstated, and wholly underwhelming cryfest that is Take Care and the absolute trainwreck that is "Started From the Bottom" (a song so soft that white bread suburban teenagers sipping bottles of Moet poolside while the maids clean the house took to it like ducks to water) the odds that we end up with anything more than Charmin Ultra Soft disc's worth of music is merely wishful thinking. The album covers don't bode well for this thing not sucking. That shit looks like what you'd get if you told someone to make a Drake album cover specifically designed to make fun of the other Drake album covers. He took the Nas/Biggie/Weezy route of the baby picture and then, in classic Drake fashion, made it the absolute softest and most uncool shit humanly possible, but 17-year old white girls will be all "Oh my god he's so sensitive, this is what all hip-hop should be" while they finger themselves to pictures of Matthew McConaughey, watch Gilmore Girls, and search Pinterest to design their dream wedding.
Drake has officially earned the crown of the lamest rapper on the planet.
Prediction: Certified Double Platinum
4.) This Is...Icona Pop - Icona Pop
Out
Man, "I Love It" was a fun song for like ten minutes, wasn't it? It started getting serious play after being featured on episodes of both Snooki & JWoww and Girls, which is as bad of an omen as there is. It was catchy and fun and easy, it was basically the perfect piece of pop music. Then you heard it another fifty times, and after a while a chorus of sorority girls screaming "I DON'T CARE, I LOVE IT!" and hounding you to change the song for three hours haunts your dreams and you wake up in a cold sweat, longing for the days where you could just say "sorry we don't have the CD burned for it yet." This is a song whose single release, in various formats, has produced no less than 21 different remixes. 21. Talk about sucking the fat teat of fame dry.
Anyway, Icona Pop is perfectly harmless as a synthpop duo, which is exactly why we're not anticipating this album's release. They say they're trying new things and that it "Won't be an album of 16 songs like 'I Love It'," which is exactly where they are messing up. True, they caught lightning in a bottle, and true Charli XCX (who was the reason "I Love It" was as successful as it was) is not a permanent member of the band, but if you can make quality, catchy pop music, stick to it. In the end they can either end up as a generic one-hit wonder that more or less encapsulated the spring of 2013, try something new and probably fail, or they stick to their strategy make another successful, catchy pop song. They don't seem to want to do the last one, so this album will be the beginning of perpetual dissatisfaction for the entirety of the life of this band.
Prediction: Silver Record
5) Untitled Fourth Studio Album - Arcade Fire
Out
There is no more boring yet more universally praised album in 2010 than The Suburbs. "But it won a Grammy!" you say as we laugh in your face because using a Grammy as a measuring stick for the merit of a piece of music is like using the 30-inch rims on a guy's Escalade as a measurement for his dick size. Remember, LMFAO has two Grammy nominations. Cut it out.
Now, there are plenty of reasons one should be anticipating this album. LCD Soundsystem's James Murphy has been in the studio with Arcade Fire, recording them in his DFA studio! Funeral was really good! Win Butler does cool things with his hair! Wrong, oh so wrong.
Pouring hype into this album will just leave you utterly disappointed when you hear 22 songs that sound like "We Used to Wait," causing you to give up all hope in what you used to call indie music. Before you know it you'll start listening to Lady Gaga religiously. Arcade Fire is the go-to "real" band for faux hipster girls who like to wear Indian headdresses and roll at MGMT concerts. It takes a lot to make Wayne Coyne think you're an asshole, and these guys found a way. Enjoy what will surely be a universally-panned yet ultimately completely mediocre piece of profitable "indie" rock while you pretend you know who Brian Eno is. This album is going to eat a dick.
Prediction: Certified Platinum
Well what do you think of my predictions? Love em? Hate em? Drop me a comment down below about whether you agree or disagree.
Love You. Mean it.
Brittany
Xoxo
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