When Records Aren’t Just Irksome, But Annoying

I really didn’t like the trap pop that made the second half of the decade such tough sledding for CHR: busy midtempo-to-slow songs that were sonically aggressive, but not much fun. For a while, it seemed like there was nothing else. I looked forward to each new name-artist release, and each time it was a 79bpm song that began with a chopped-up vocal.