Imagine Dragons – Origins: Album Review

Imagine Dragons are back with some more surface level music that tries to shock your system with expensive production, when in reality the content is about as imaginative and thought-provoking as dressing as a cat for Halloween. This certainly ain’t it chief.

A couple of days ago I reviewed Muse’s new album Simulation Theory and stated that it left me baffled and speechless with how terrible it was. Well, never one to be outdone, Imagine Dragons dropped a project on the same day and let’s just say it isn’t the most inspiring thing you’re ever likely to hear.

I’ve made my feelings towards Imagine Dragons no secret over the past few years; I deem them a faux-pas fever dream of an act rather than a credible band, beating away at the same lifeless corpse that is their popularity blueprint ever since their emergence. When I first heard Radioactive as a little innocent 15 year old I enjoyed it and felt they could be a band that strived for something cool and unique. Typically, 15 year old me was wrong. So very wrong.

On this their fourth album Origins, Dan Reynolds and co. continue to have us all wondering how on earth they have such a large fanbase despite such bland, defeatist music and their persistence with sticking to the mind-numbing song structures of 2012. I thought Evolve was bad, but fair play to Imagine Dragons, they have managed to make something equally appalling if not slightly worse with this album.

Truthfully, I would highlight specific songs and mention why I consider them so poor, but they all have the same issue. They’re so similar and generic from front to back, it is the most pathetic attempt at a mainstream grab I have heard all year long; and if we had any sense about us at all, Imagine Dragons would never set foot in the charts ever again. Pop music is about being vibrant and emotive in a glamorous and trendy way, not making music that sounds like it should be played in a dentist waiting room.

The biggest surprise of all for me is how Imagine Dragons have been granted permission to write four albums. They should’ve been stopped straight after the first album and told they had said their piece because despite what he may tell you, Dan Reynolds is the least interesting songwriter of his generation; fronting a band that could well go down as having the worst mainstream discography of the decade.

I wish I didn’t have to listen to this album and I wish I didn’t have to write this review, but sadly their status as a token act of ridicule meant I couldn’t resist to see if they could genuinely turn a corner. I go into every single review with an impartial mindset, wanting the artist to deliver on all fronts and provide me with an enjoyable listening experience; sadly there are certain acts that just cannot do that. Imagine Dragons top that list and quite frankly they should quit now, while they are about a thousand miles behind. I don’t like using this term when describing an album, but this is utterly embarrassing.


Published by elliskarran

Journalism Graduate who loves to voice opinions on music. Viberant.

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