My poor ears. Such an unnecessary fall from grace after the slightly well cooked Pink Friday. It’s not clear whether the idea for this track was attempting to ditto a carnival theme (apparently), or to tuck nicely into the post-dubstep era of pop and weak dubstep scat.
Pound The Alarm screams for focus, as it Nicki begins to lay the smackdown after the intro. The quick feeling of redemption fades ever so quickly, leaving my mouth was agate, uttering the sentence ”Starship episode 2?” The powers that be have treated the masses to an even more brain dead, reechoing thud to cleanse the senses from what Starships infected us with.
The tracks only high point doesn’t last for no longer than a single minute. Autotune and unimaginative, generic, lyrics are forever rampant. Please, let me have free reign. I propose to strip this track bare from all vocals, and compile it on disc rightly named ”Piss off your neighbours, Vol 1.” If I head this screeching from across the street I’d buy a 12 gauge.