For a generation that grew up with spunky girl bands like the Spice Girls, the Black Eyed Peas and 3LW, one group that should have kissed the music world goodbye is the Pussycat Dolls.

After several attempts to make it big in the music industry, the girl-group has still not reached fame and glory. Still more pathetic, even the world of explicit magazines has ousted them off their covers. Their bodies may still look good, but their career is fading fast, considering how brutal the music industry can be. If the PCD fail to come up with an original sound, there will surely be no third album for them.

Confirming the spiraling descent of PCD’s talent, the latest album “Doll Domination,” proves that these women should keep pursuing a modeling career and stay far, far away from music before they ruin what fame they can claim.

On the album, the Doll’s first single “When I Grow Up,” sounds like a livelier version of Gwen Stefani’s 2006 track “Sweet Escape.” This track is the only one on the album worth listening to, and the rest just tumbles downhill.

The track “Bottle Pop” featuring Snoop Dogg, features a techno beat where the lameness begins. By using lyrics such as “Every girl thinks the world belongs to her / no matter who makes her purr,” the listener is unable to take the entire album seriously, with so many feline factoids.

To make the entire album come across as sadly desperate, the track “Whatcha Think About That” is a disgusting attempt to pick up on the style of Beyonce or the Black Eyed Peas. This track fails miserably as it tries to combine the sounds of the ’70s with modern-day pop.

After only four songs into the album, the listener agrees with the title of the track “I Hate This Part.” This song should have been removed from the already elongated album, as it tries to mimic the brilliance of Danity Kane’s track “Damaged.”

Was PCD trying to break the barriers of their normal club music genre by trying to cross over to R&B? If they were, the track “Happily Never After” just proves that they should stick to what they know. Trying to cling to the sound of R&B sweetheart Corrine Bailey-Rae, this track fails to make the R&B industry proud. After this track, there is sure to be no crossover album for these women.

Finally reaching the track “I’m Done,” after 15 previous tracks of wasted time, you can finally breathe a sigh of relief because the album is almost over.

Most great albums feature 12 tracks, so it is obvious that the PCD’s fall short of greatness with 16 useless tracks.

For the Pussycat Dolls, the cover of the album is the only portion that will capture the listeners attention. With the five women positioned suggestively on motorcycles, they are nice to look at, but there is no point in opening up the album.

The best advice when considering this album would be to just stick duct tape on the back and use the album as a nice “dominating” wall decoration.