​It's hard to believe that the same year that brought the bone-chilling beauty of Fleet Foxes' Helplessness Blues and Bon Iver's self-titled release produced the musical pairing pictured above. Yes, Jack White and ICP, the combination that no one -- not their fans, not the critics, not even the Loutallica people -- wanted.

We know there's still plenty of time for competition, but these are our selections of the worst songs of 2011... so far. 

It seems like simple, mind numbing fun now, but I have no doubt that in 15 years, this will be the song that people listen to ironically at late 2000s-themed parties. They'll wear clothes from American Apparel, glasses that do nothing to protect from the sun or improve sight, and reminisce about how silly this shit was. I hope I'm wrong; with any luck it'll just be forgotten. 

True, I don't have the taste for metalcore, but this is asinine, faux rage from the suburbs done by skinny white kids, so weak that even I could kick their asses. Good job, Victory Records. Are you proud of yourselves? It seems like these dudes were scooped up for their "look" and were told the whole music part will come in time. 

Formerly of Australian boy band Westlife, Brian McFadden is well versed in how to get his date rape on. Classy!

This is a song about jerking off and sleeping in a Snuggie all day. So rather than staying home and doing that, Bruno Mars wrote a song about it, and we have to listen to it. (Hey, has he caught that "Grenade" yet?)