Now, I know I might come across as a cranky old man, but I don’t care. I’m 31 and I am completely set in my ways when it comes to how I like pop music. The music of today is mostly crap and doesn’t do much for anyone who isn’t under the age of 19 and can’t figure out what good music really is. That being said, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this record, but here I am.
Taylor Swift’s “Ready for It” is as far away from a classic Swift song as humanly possible. It’s basically like she is trying anything to see if it’s as popular as “Bad Blood” or “I Knew You Were Trouble.” This song definitely isn’t it and is one of the more forgettable tracks in her repertoire. Meanwhile, pop music from artists like Demi Lovato is just crap in this writer’s opinion, meant to be sold to teenagers and no one else. There’s a good chance that people won’t remember half these songs over five years from now. They’re just garbage. “Havana” by Camila Cabello is one of the halfway decent tracks here, reminding me of Leona Lewis. But one track out of 22 isn’t enough to make this even a decent album
“Best Friend” by Sofi Tukker is pure garbage, and G-Eazy’s “No Limit” is no better. This is mostly junk that’s purely disposable and does nothing for the advancement of hip-hop at all. Most of these ‘rappers’ like Khalid and Post Malone have no flow at all. The music is so slow, it’s destined to put you in a Prozac coma.
It’s like torture on the ears to hear some of this garbage. Basically the only artists that are actually making real music on this disc are Niall Horan and Pink. They’re actually trying to not cover the songs in dance beats and swath it in keyboards and other stuff that feels completely necessary to make a good song these days.
This release is a poor, pitiful sorry excuse for what passes as music these days. There are six Now What’s Next tracks tacked onto the end to introduce new artists and not one of these songs are worth a damn, nor do they deserve to be remembered at all. It’s just more disposable garbage covered in keyboards and lyrics that could pass for entries from a teenager’s journal. The fact that it takes more than two people to write most of these songs is completely horrific and doesn’t leave much hope for the future of pop music.
But if this is all your cup of tea, then it’s all perfect; if not then, it’s best to ignore this disc completely.
