That's a pretty bold statement, no? We mean, there have been quite literally millions of album covers during the history of popular music. Especially now, when every man, woman, transgendered person and their non-specific pet (possibly a dog?) is releasing home made music themselves over the internet, there are a lot of album covers out there. And most of them are bad.
That's right. Most album covers (and in fact coverart for singles, too) are bad. People seemingly can't be assed that much. They don't really have high standards for these sorts of things, or maybe Hard Fi were right (we shudder at the thought) and the digital age has meant that a tiny square on your technological device isn't as exciting as a huge big vinyl LP used to be.
But of all the bad album covers we've seen (and we've seen a lot, we delight in them, and we used to keep vague tabs on fan-made cover art, which is a whole other subgenre of bad) this is the worst.
Let's dissect why:
- The mismatched fonts
- The fonts
- The word-art colour fade effect on the fonts
- The way the word 'Pink' looks like its been badly cut out and pasted by someone who doesn't know how to use Photoshop
- The splitscreen effect, as if font over a photo is too gaudy and needs to be separated into an area of mostly block colour so that it really POPS (???)
- The paintgun paint splatters on the pink billboard at the bottom
- The grey and pink stripes that to these eyes look like the stripes of ribbon at the bottom of a character/national/folk dance skirt
- Minaj's badly coloured, overexposed wig in the photo
- Srsly, we've seen better looking hair on myspace
- The rainbow bukkake face paint
- And the way it looks, again, badly photoshopped on
- The fact that some of the fan made covers were actually better
- The fact that Onika clearly doesn't give a shit about being iconic or timeless or perhaps consulting someone else on her vision, but instead is ploughing ahead with her own bratty lack of aesthetic sensibility under the misguided delusion that simply every idea that pops into her head, and every decision she makes is somehow pure gold and she doesn't need to try, or work, or research references or source ideas, because the tired manic rainbow unicorn Barbie one she's been peddling for her very short career will do from now one and her new album doesn't have a theme, anyway, other than obnoxious multiple personality disorder gurning and dragging Lil Kim's weave through the mud AGAIN and boasting about how much money she's got
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