Dammit!
Sum 41 really piss me off. I'm watching the video for what I presume is their new single, Pieces, ont' telly, and it's the most un-rocking pile of mediocre, insipid, middle of the road bullshit I've heard in a long time. But what do you expect when their singer's getting married to Avril Lavigne? A union which, according to Buddyhead 'only solidifies Sum 41's poser status, and supports the fact that punk is even more dead than previously imagined, and you two have kicked the most dirt on top of the already cold and forgotten grave.' Now I know The 'Head rag on everyone and anyone whenever possible, but I'm tempted to let them have this one. The thing that's really annoying is that, if S41 weren't such a bunch of pussies, they could probably make some good records. The Bitter End is actually really quite good thrash song, with some masterful guitar work, yet they persist in churning out mediocre 'three chords and a not particularly arresting melody' tosh instead. Wankers. Man, that's a wedding that needs firebombing for the good of music the world over.
Agh. Bowling for Soup are on now. There's something about their singer's face that just makes me want to punch it and not stop until there's absolutely nothing left of his head, like Bruce Willis does to That Yellow Bastard in Sin City. And no, it's not amusing that your guitarist's hideously fat. It's fucking repulsive. Piss off back to Texas you bunch of irritating, derivative cunts, and put that lardy fuck on a diet.
Agh. Bowling for Soup are on now. There's something about their singer's face that just makes me want to punch it and not stop until there's absolutely nothing left of his head, like Bruce Willis does to That Yellow Bastard in Sin City. And no, it's not amusing that your guitarist's hideously fat. It's fucking repulsive. Piss off back to Texas you bunch of irritating, derivative cunts, and put that lardy fuck on a diet.