|
Lol. Twist ending. I guess M. Night Shyamalans inspired a huge bunch of 'em.
It's not impossible to create a facade. A lot of these dickwads recite all the musical greats as their influences, which I always found weird, 'cause if you're playing metal/music you'd obviously worship the torchbearers. They wouldn't know jackshit about the current developments on the scene, or the ones they know and preach about are close-to-bosom friends whom they've recently toured with, who in most probability are as shitty as them.
'What's on your player these days?'
'Oh man, the usual greats. Priest, Crimson, Sabbath, Yes and Floyd. I'm always with the greats man. Them and beer rock my world. Woohoo.'
Instead of checking out the lesser known bands, expanding musical horizons, they'd rather spend that time in an advertising/marketing agency drawing plots on how to sell their shitty cliched music, that's been done to death on their previous albums.
Even more irritating is when the journos go shocked when they are told that a certain band isn't all that great according to the other.
'I'm sure we all love Floyd, could you add a 'lil more words to the ever-growing praise?'
'Ah man, Floyd's great, but I never got into them as much as I would like to...'
'REALLY?! GODDAMN IT! HOW CAN YOU HATE FLOYD MAN?! I LOVE 'EM TO DEATH! LOOK AT MY T-SHIRT! I DON'T LIKE YOU MAN! YOU ARE A BAD MUSICIAN!'
|