Next up in the countdown of calamity is a song which would make even the most ardent rock fan reach for a Spice Girls album.
Wayne’s World, you would have thought, would have brought them to their senses. Failing that, Metallica cutting their hair in the mid-90s could have been the indicator that the times they were a-changin’. But no, some people just did not get it; the era of long, dead frizzy hair, denim and watery rock albums being acceptable were over. No more would the world be tortured like this.
But like baddies in horror movies and Jordan’s career, it just refused to die. What’s more found itself new heroes in the shape of Canadian poodle/human hybrids Nickelback. It’s too simple – though accurate – to say that Nickelback are but a pissy stain on the jeans of music. It doesn’t get across just how desperate the stuff they peddle is.
From frontman Choad Kroeger’s slightly gravelly rasp to the churning generic dirges that his band hammer out behind him, this is like a pastiche of music more accurate than Tap, but sadly, it isn’t. This song, a monument to the stupidity of the record buying public, is the type of thing people called Geoff like. People who like this should be condemned in the way that old buildings are. They should be forced to listen to Stooges albums to hear what rock music really is. They should just be…shunned and mocked at least. It’s Top Gear – The Album filler. It is music sold in Tesco to dullards. It’s bloody awful.
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