Folks,
Music today is pretty shitty. Most of it is heartless R&B nonsense with spartan melodies and an assload of bassy beats. Avril Lavigne is now trying to impress the world with trying to be its slutty "Girlfriend", AKON is done slapping asses on the floor and has a terrible new song, Timbaland is whoring himself out to every song written and the Pussycat Dolls should just be tied to the front end of a train and derailed into a GM dealership. Even more appalling, some snotbarf group out there took a perfectly good song by Supertramp, Take a Look at my Girlfriend, and rewrote the verses to be absolute smears of catshit while smashing the joy out of the chorus. I nearly choked the car radio when I heard this song. The last time I was that mad about a song, Piff Duddy or whatever the fuck he is now was butchering Kashmir with the help of Jimmy, I karate kicked a kid into a magazine rack at Chapters. I couldn't decide whether to cry over the betrayal or laugh as the kid looked for his teeth among scattered issues of Chatelaine.
Fast forward to today. Specifically, a couple of weekends ago. I was watching Casino Royale when I heard Chris Cornell's dulcet voice saying I knew his name. Indeed Chris, I do. I was transported back in time to when a friend bought the Soundgarden album Louder than Love. He bought it as a lark, a capricious, mercurial, spur of the moment bout of whimsy. But it rocked the living shit out of the cassette deck. When we popped the tape out later, the deck screamed like we had ripped out its fucking heart.
Thus, the Comment Corner presents:
BEST FUCKING BAND EVER
Done.
You know the Comment Corner is right, but for you non-believers out there, hold on to your glass...
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