albums came mostly from artistes
whom much was expected of.
Maybe the pressure got to them,
maybe they weren’t ready, maybe
we had unrealistic expectations
and maybe they simply had no
clue. We sort through the ruins to
present you with 2015’s bottopm
pile. From most to least bearable.
Man of the year -skales
Skales quickly abandons any
promise he once showed of
heading for a Grammy and goes
the predictable formulaic route on
Man of the year. For a while, he
achieves some success and it seems
as if audiences are in for a
harmless, pleasurable ride. But
after a while, the disc quietly
disintegrates as Skales and his
team abandon rhyme and reason
in their search for whatever has
worked for every other wannabe
pop star. The blatant lack of
personality is off putting and
further alienates listeners looking
for a clue as to what Skales is
about as an artiste or even as a person
According to x- Djxclusive
Superstar DJ Xclusive gathered the
entire music industry home and
abroad for his vanity project, an
over cooked but extremely under
produced exercise in noisemaking.
Xclusive mistakes noise for sound
and while his prerogative as a DJ is
to send patrons to the dance floor,
this disc with its entire lack of
subtlety is relentless with the lack
of chill. In the space of the disc’s
overlong running time, Davido
croaks, Timaya yells, Wizkid
whines. We have a headache aaiyanya
Applaudise- iyanya
For his sophomore album, Iyanya
invites as many of his friends from
the contemporary pop spectrum as
his status can command (Seyi Shay,
Patoranking, Tekno, Harrysong, Lil
Kesh) but all of them put together
cannot save a record so
directionless and lacking in sense
of purpose. Convinced that pop
music must be synonymous with
brain dead drivel, Mr Mbuk has
gotten lazy and overly reliant on
the hit single formula, the need to
make people dance at the expense
of common sense. Some of the
songs that make the final cut are
unforgivable even from debut
artistes lacking in career direction.
For this record, Iyanya gets no
applause. Just knocks.
Money stops nonsense- oritse femi
Money stops nonsense is badly
executed. Some of the obvious
problems include dismal song
writing, illogically placed guest
stars, shoddy arrangement, half-
baked production and a general
lack of inspiration. It is hard to
believe any self-respecting record
label signed off on this. The record
is so horribly mixed and arranged
that these songs just storm
insensitively from one tackily
produced one to the next. The disc
title couldn’t have been farther
away from the truth. If money
really did stop nonsense, this
album would have never seen the
light of day.
The breakthrough- mc galaxy
Breakthrough isn’t really an
album, not in the artistic sense of
the word. It is another overlong
overindulgent pile of insipid
material to emanate from one of
the industry’s more prominent
players. Nothing is breaking
through here- not talent, skill or
simple pleasure value. After the
unforgivably lengthy running time,
there is no room for doubt that
music isn’t MC Galaxy’s strongest
suit. But none can blame him for
lack of trying. It takes a certain
level of self-confidence-or
deprecation- to open oneself for
interrogation in this manner. The
good part is MC Galaxy can cross
making an album of his bucket list.
The bad part is we cannot retrieve
the time spent indulging his
delusions.
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