Gone are the days of music that has potential to influence a generation, the power to change the music industry, or music that we'll still be dancing to in nightclubs ten years from now. Upsettingly, future generations probably won't experience the rush of pure 90's joy we experience when 'C'est La Vie' comes on in a club. Why? Because everything sounds the bloody same now. Maybe it does sometimes sound good, but really, it means nothing.
As musical evolution seems to have come to a grinding halt, we're faced with tunes that have as little variety as Kristen Stewart's facial expressions.
A Talentless Art
Now and then, we are gifted with a rapper who does put their own stamp on rap and makes it their own to stand out from the crowd. Take Azealia Banks for example, oh how I'd love to party in the 212 with her. A genuinely good artist.
Then on the other hand we have the questionably talented and horrendously shaped Nicki Minaj. In a recent interview, she was asked what the meaning of her single, 'Beez In The Trap' was, and much to the amusement of everyone watching, Minaj struggled to even explain the lyrics of her own song, reeling off some spew about "players" and "the game". Essentially, her lyrics are as real as her arse and completely inconsequential.
More often that not, we are reminded that actual musical talent is not a necessity anymore. Overly-manufactured rap obviously has an appeal somewhere, to some people, somehow, and blares out every pimped-out Vauxhall Corsa on the road. But really, the stark reality is that it is really a talentless art.
The culture of sex and 'new money' dominates the rap culture and industry, with the majority of its music merely there to remind us of the fact we will never be as rich as they will, and we never have as many 'bitches' as they do.
Eminem often tries to redeem himself by singing a song about his daughter or one of the several ordeals he seems to have gone through in life, but when he comes out with lyrics like "So, when you see me on your block with two glocks, screamin' 'F*** the world' like Tupac", can you really defend him anymore than you can defend the rapper who goes to Rebecca Black's 'Friday' party? No. You can't.
Maybe this is just music going through its equivalent of the teenage years, where it refuses to comply with any rules and is adamant that it will not change its ways. Hopefully.