After celebrating the best that 2013 has had to offer, here’s a look at five of the worst/dance electronica albums to have been inflicted upon the unsuspecting public over the last twelve months.
will.i.am – #willpower
Not content with dragging hip-hop down to its lowest common denominator level with the Black Eyed Peas, the creatively bankrupt will.i.am then did the same to dance music with a moronic canon of ringtones packed with the same repetitive headache-inducing synths and four-to-the-floor beats. The 38-year-old’s stint on The Voice UK proves that he possesses plenty of charm, but #willpower proves that he loses that charm whenever he enters the studio. The worst record of the year by some distance.
Krewella – Get Wet
After selling a million copies with the hands-in-the-air rave pop of “Alive,” Chicago trio Krewella showed they had little else to offer with a debut album which clung onto the dying embers of the EDM-pop bandwagon for dear life. Indeed, for a band so obsessed with the YOLO theory, Get Wet was an unforgivably joyless affair which lacked any distinct identity whatsoever.
Now about to enter their thirties, Colorado duo 3OH!3 made it clear they wish to stay fratboys forever on a fourth album just as dumb, juvenile and immature as their previous three. Overloaded with an overwhelming use of AutoTune, boorish attempts at humour and groan-worthy pop-culture references, Omens almost made LMFAO appear the height of sophistication.
The Knife – Shaking The Habitual
Amplifying everything which has made them such a divisive act, The Knife’s fourth studio effort was something to be endured rather than enjoyed, especially on “Old Dreams Waiting To Be Realized,” essentially a torturously long 19-minute collage of industrial noise. Almost impossible to classify as a conventional studio album, Shaking The Habitual was undoubtedly ambitious but at the same time virtually unlistenable.
Icona Pop – This Is… Icona Pop
Responsible for one of this year’s biggest summer hits in “I Love It,” Swedish duo Icona Pop then stuck rigidly to their shouty trash-pop formula on eleven similarly bratty but instantly forgettable “party anthems: which suggested that they’re going to have an impossibly tough time shaking off their one-hit wonder label.