I don’t like writing so harshly, and I can’t help but respect Anvil’s dedication to the genre, but part of that respect is being honest about what isn’t working for them. I have no problem with bands keeping older styles alive, but if bands like Havok, Power Trip, and (to an extent) Ghost take me on a sweet nostalgia trip to metal’s earlier days, Anvil is a reminder of why we’ve moved on. And Pounding the Pavement is yet another addition to their obsolete and poorly executed sound.
Yeah, that’s kind of what Anvil is like, and it’s tough to describe Anvil’s career in such a manner, but with one amateurish album after the next for half a century, it’s hard to think of something more accurate. This one was at least so bad in a way that it was a little funny, but funny kind of in the same way Michael Scott is funny, funny in the way your old high school fan fiction that you were so serious about and invested is funny to look back on because you’re amazed you were so convinced that this absolute bullshit you wrote was fuckin’ amazing. The stranglehold their success has placed on them has directed them in the worst direction possible, and they are being milked dry for cash rather than supported to make genuine art. There really isn’t any advice I could give the band that disappointed fans and critics haven’t given them. The horrible alternation of overcompensating energy drink metal and softy ballads is impossible to comprehend on here, and every rehash on here reeks to high heaven of creative bankruptcy and corporate puppeteering.
#Worst metal albums full
Listening to their new albums is no longer a hope to hear them at their full potential and has become a dreaded biannual event in which they somehow slide deeper and deeper into inexcusable, lazy retreading of the same tired formulas and childishly approached topics, and this album is the worst they’ve ever sounded, by far. Granted I listened to a lot of music this year, and with that heavy listening came a lot of risks, which is what every new Five Finger Death Punch album has become as my hopes for hearing them snap out of their bro metal and radio rock haze has dwindled away with each successive release since American Capitalist. I am actually amazed that I found eight other metal albums worse than this one, because my god this one is atrocious. Five Finger Death Punch – And Justice for None I don’t know if the band are considering this a bonafide studio album I doubt it, but I hope that the D focus on the clever, well-crafted song-writing that has been their strength for most of their career, rather than this kind of half-hearted overly ridiculous kind of stuff.ĩ. It’s only under half an hour, but it’s so starved of all the things that have made Tenacious D appealing, and instead comes across as a condensed goof-off session that I guess you just had to be there for. Given that it’s been released in conjunction with their animated series, it makes sense that it ended up being not quite like Tenacious D’s previous full-lengths. Post-Apocalypto is just such an amateurish mess of nonsensical humor that must have been really fun for JB and KG to draw up, but it does not connect on record. I love Tenacious D, Jack Black, and Kyle Gass, so it is with great sadness that I place them here. This list starts off with an asterisked one because Tenacious D’s fourth album is only metallic for like a little over a minute. So, from bad to worse, here are the ten worst albums I wrote about this year. That being said, all these albums here are ones I not only got the chance to hear, but I also wrote about them. Tom Morello put out some solo shit that I just had no will for after Prophets of Rage last year, and I saw some shit about a Hollywood Undead EP earlier this year, which I also just did not have the time or stomach for. But I didn’t dig through Bandcamp to find high school Slayer wannabes, and I even passed up a few albums I had seriously bad premonitions of.
I found some inadvertently, or at least through a curious peek into something I had only minimal hopes for.
Just the obvious disclaimer here: I didn’t go out searching for terrible shit.
These are the students who need to stay after class and have a parent-teacher conference, maybe because what they’re trying isn’t working, maybe because they’re fucking up and it’s time to stop. Why? Why shed extra light on the things I like the least? Well as with any critique, which is what I’m trying to bring to the table here and not just shit-talking, it’s supposed to be constructive, and these are the albums I found to be most in need of that kind of constructive criticism. I enjoyed this last year because it was such a nice chance to go over so much of my favorite music and slather it with more praise, but of course, I’m staring this with the worst albums.