The Worst Albums Of 2015

Congratulations, Tyga! Your Fisher Price-manufactured My First Gangsta Rap Kit has solidified your status as the fourth-best Kardashian-adjacent rapper (after Kanye West, French Montana, and Scott Disick).

The British prog mavens finally crossed over into steely-eyed parody, making Drones less a sleek killing machine and more like a too-loud version of one of those plastic Radio Shack helicopters you break on Christmas morning.

Alice Cooper, Joe Perry, and Johnny Depp's tribute to 1970s alcoholism answers the question, "What's the one Depp thing in 2015 that was worse than 'Mortdecai'?"

By themselves, Drake and Future had stellar years. Together they sound like two seniors phoning in their final oral presentation in AP History, each one assuming the other guy will pick up the slack.

He's been on the cutting edge of Southern-fried hip-hop and space-age R&B, but judging by these pedestrian throwbacks, his best innovation these days is spinning in a big red chair.