because I’m not in the mood to be nice
Normally I’m really positive on this blog, talking about artists and such that I want to succeed, people that I think are really talented, have won or are up for awards, etc. But today, today I’m in a foul mood. If you’ve noticed, the post is up really late again, thanks to The Toddler needing to go to the doctor. Diagnosis: we won’t need to amputate, use neosporin & let him run naked as often as possible. Fantastic, I’m sure my carpet will enjoy that.
In any case, this sickness has sucked the good will out of me and today I want to rant about bands that suck. One band in particular. Hinder. Let’s start with their stupid stupid name. Hinder. Do they even know what that word means? I’m reminded of that line from The Princess Bride, “You keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.” Then their song, the one that’s played over and over and over and over and over and OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVER. The one where he’s having a one-sided conversation with his mistress or ex-girlfriend or whomever, while “[his]girl’s in/the next room.” Horrible writing aside, terrible gimmick aside, they sound like Nickleback. And Nickleback sucks, too, because they sound like Creed. And Creed sucks because Scott Stapp is a no-talent assclown, to quote Office Space. This is one band that I hope fades away. Now.
February 2nd, 2007 at 9:44 pm
Ooooh, I’m so glad you posted about these guys ’cause I hate them, too!!! I think my biggest beef is the whole “I’m macho so I’m going to add this affect to my voice but I have a tender heart so I’m going to sing mushy lyrics” crap. Grrr, I hate it so much!
February 2nd, 2007 at 9:55 pm
mushy, SHITTY lyrics. Seriously, pop music is about as deep as a backyard kiddie pool, but this goes above and beyond the usual level of crap. It reminds me of the classmate in a poetry class who wrote “not even the Pacific Ocean/could separate our love.”
February 5th, 2007 at 11:35 am
Jennifer, I know exactly what you mean with those oh so wonderful toddler doctor appointments. They’re enough to destroy the whole day! Throw Hinder blasting on the radio every two minutes and what’s the use in even getting out of bed?