I hate Limp Bizkit. And Fred Durst can take that and stick it back up his yeah!
I cannot stand Type O Negative, Korn, Static-X, Orgy, and all those other bands who take the worst elements of metal, gothic, and industrial music and fuse them into a drab, lifeless lump of music that oozes from your stereo into your brain and sits there and rots.
I bloody hate Hanson, the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, N’Sync, and all those other plastic performers who take the most sickly pop confections they can find and merrily shove them into your ears where they float into the very top of your brain and bubbles and fizzes and overloads your senses with its sweetness. Combined with the effect described in the previous paragraph, and you have potential brain-death. Your head swells, gets soft and mushy, and the pressure starts to build up. All it takes is one Limp Biskit song, and kapow! Your head is history.
And then there’s the black blot that covers all of music today, called “country”. I believe I need say no more. Of course, it wasn’t always thus. Old country beats new country any day of the week. Which is, of course, why the current trend seems to be new country artists covering, and ruining, old country songs. Maybe someday I will describe the effects of this on the human brain, but I don’t think I can right now.
I really need to stop now, I’ve got “MMM-Bop” and the cover of “Blue Monday” stuck in my head at the same time, and if someone even mentions Limp Bizkit, then… oh, nooooooooooo!
KABLAM!!!
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.