The Black Eyed Peas' new album, The E.N.D., isn’t of much consequence, but that’s just as well. Reviewers generally appreciate the party-hardy attitude.
- “Ever true to their defining characteristic, the Peas have no shame,” Ann Powers writes in the Los Angeles Times. “Fergie puts on ill-fitting dreadlocks for the faux-Jamaican Electric City and goes hilariously punk in Now Generation, a rant about social media that sounds something like Bob Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues rewritten on a Sidekick."
- “The BEPs are—to borrow from those other old-school greats, A Tribe Called Quest—'devoted to the art of moving butts,' and even if they do it with a minimum of subtlety and pacing, they still do it pretty well,” Leah Greenblatt writes in Entertainment Weekly. “When the group's glitchy future-funk beats sync up with Fergie's unabashedly feminine melodies, as on the sweetly insidious Meet Me Halfway, they find pure Top 40 nirvana.”
- “The Peas hone their post-millennial party anthems to an even more piquantly peppy sheen,” Will Dukes writes in Spin. “The Peas keep it exuberantly funky. Witness the trance-y Rock Your Body, which sounds like would-be stripper music for suburban Bratz doll collectors.”