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Showing posts with label music snobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music snobs. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Theory of A Deadman - The Bitch Came Back
Listened to this gem with my boss today. We just sort of sat there with our mouths open and then kind of started to laugh. Not because this song is funny at all but because we were so uncomfortable. It's just so blatantly sexist and misogynistic that it has to be a joke, right?
Not really. I've met a lot of people who think like this and those mouth breathers will really eat this heap of hateful horseshit right up. Like suck it up through a straw and swallow it. It's just...crap.
I don't have words for how vile this song is. It's a cheesy rip off of that song "The Cat Came Back," You might remember it from camp or something.
So they didn't even write the melody. Just stole it and put some new words over it. I mean I don't expect the creators of "Low Life," or "Bad Girlfriend," to be geniuses but this is truly a new leap in suck from this band, which is just another Nickelback clone anyway...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Saturday, December 18, 2010
garbage
I distinctly remember the first time I heard this band, I hated them. Shinedown was just another Nickelcrap clone. I used to get them and Seether mixed up. Actually I might still... they're both pretty awful. This is one of those bands I try to discount in meetings by my t-shirt theory... I.E. when was the last time you saw someone in a Shinedown shirt? Like I'll put up with Metallica and Megadeth because people are passionate about these bands. I don't think I've ever asked someone "So hey, what's your favorite band?" and had them answer "OMG I LOVE SHINEDOWN." Does anyone even know what these dudes look like?
Anyway I thought I had heard the worst these dudes could shit onto a platter until I heard this:
This is so not a rock song. This is like some Matchbox Twenty garbage. And it might not even sound like garbage if it was done by a Matchbox twenty, Sarah McLachlan, some Hot AC something or other because this is a pop ballad, not a rock song. Yet last summer this thing ear raped rock radio all summer long and I never once heard one person say they liked it. I mean there isn't anything to LIKE about it.
Anyway I thought I had heard the worst these dudes could shit onto a platter until I heard this:
This is so not a rock song. This is like some Matchbox Twenty garbage. And it might not even sound like garbage if it was done by a Matchbox twenty, Sarah McLachlan, some Hot AC something or other because this is a pop ballad, not a rock song. Yet last summer this thing ear raped rock radio all summer long and I never once heard one person say they liked it. I mean there isn't anything to LIKE about it.
I realize that scholocky mediocrity is what most of 'Merica (eff yah!) likes but come on. This is just dog vomit.
"The Crow and the Butterfly"
I painted your room at midnight
So I'd know yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four leaf clover
Man, I'm getting older
I took all your pictures off the wall
And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
I haven't slept in what seems like a century
And now I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Your words still serenade me
Your lullabies won't let me sleep
I've never heard such a haunting melody
Oh, it's killing me
You know I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
Like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just a little too late
So I'd know yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four leaf clover
Man, I'm getting older
I took all your pictures off the wall
And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
I haven't slept in what seems like a century
And now I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Your words still serenade me
Your lullabies won't let me sleep
I've never heard such a haunting melody
Oh, it's killing me
You know I can barely breathe
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
Like a crow chasing the butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer skies
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you'd slip away
I guess I was just a little too late
Just a little too late
Thursday, December 16, 2010
What the shit is this shit?
So what the hell is this blog?
I'm Stephanie. I'm a radio dj. My friend Tristan is a radio dj too. We get a lot of music sent our way to listen to and play on the radio. Sometimes people send us stuff that's great and then sometimes.... well it's just scary shit.
Behold the song that inspired Tristan to tell me we should start this blog.
It seems easy to cap on Insane Clown Posse. I mean I could write a whole effin' blog called "Insane Clown Posse, how do they suck?" and have about 898987 entries, but this, THIS IS EPIC.
I'm Stephanie. I'm a radio dj. My friend Tristan is a radio dj too. We get a lot of music sent our way to listen to and play on the radio. Sometimes people send us stuff that's great and then sometimes.... well it's just scary shit.
Behold the song that inspired Tristan to tell me we should start this blog.
It seems easy to cap on Insane Clown Posse. I mean I could write a whole effin' blog called "Insane Clown Posse, how do they suck?" and have about 898987 entries, but this, THIS IS EPIC.
Seriously this has to be a freakin' joke right? I mean like this isn't real right? They're trollin' us right?
Right? I mean there aren't REALLY Juggalos in the world right? I mean... well shit nevermind I've seen some in person... there are things you can't unsee bro...
So anyway, we had hear this heap of shit and I bet you clicked on it and listened to it to. And later on today you'll look at someone and say "Fucking magnets, how do they work?"
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