David Guetta’s latest album Nothing but the Beat, is at least honest in that it actually delivers nothing. Almost exclusively about sex or putting one’s hands “in the urrrr” (air), these types of songs require very little skill, originality, or imagination to produce. It seems that Guetta invented some sort of formula in which he thought up 13 different ways to sexualize and objectify women and put them to some “fly beats” that, ultimately, all sound exactly the same. The only praise to be sung for this album is for the great myriad of artists that are featured in each song. Some are expected, like Snoop Dogg and Nicki Minaj, but, quite unexpectedly, Sia makes an appearance in the last song, “Titanium.”
Maybe while drunk at a club, this album would not seem so bad, but without a buzz and the desire to dance, Nothing but the Beat seriously fails to impress.
