Terrible Tuesday: I’m an Albatraoz, AronChupa

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The electro house genre doesn’t exactly have high standards to begin with. As long as a song is remotely catchy and danceable, it’s successful. The lyrics don’t have to be deep, the music doesn’t have to stir up complex emotions inside your soul, and there don’t need to be any groundbreaking, innovative techniques involved. It just has to be something that people will dance to in a club in Europe somewhere.

Sometimes, though, the genre manages to surprise you with a song that is spectacularly terrible yet still somehow successful, and leads you to wonder if Europeans really will dance to any sound whatsoever. One prime example of this is AronChupa’s “I’m an Albatraoz.” The song has almost no redeeming features whatsoever, other than a piano line that is mildly memorable.

The lyrics are nonsensical, but not in a good “The Aquabats type of nonsensical” way. Rather, they convey the feeling of someone who knows very little English trying to be cool by just rambling off some meaningless English phrases mixed with a bunch of swear words. Yes, they are playing slightly off the fact that in the singer’s native Swedish the words for mouse and female genitalia are similar, but that’s about as clever as the song gets.

The beat isn’t real great either. It’s not really memorable or catchy, and the “drop” is one major letdown. The song is all buildup and no payoff, and not a particularly good buildup at that. How Swedes find this sort of song danceable is one of life’s great mysteries.

Overall, “I’m an Albatraoz” is like an excellent parody of the crappy side of European club music, except that the song is entirely serious about itself and not intended as a work of comedy. It’s a walking advertisement for everything wrong with the European house music scene.

-Gramps