First it's the Bloody Beetroots and now it's Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Any day now I'll see him wearing a fedora, an emo haircut, a silky scarf, those big ass Kanye West style sunglasses, tight slacks and itsy bitsy slip-on Vans.
You see this new recruit for the pop market industrial complex is also a horndog alpha male who sees an entry even where there is none.
Going out with him or for that case anywhere near him is an ordeal. Either you are the butt of the joke or you are shunned and led to a dark corner for the remainder of the evening.
That alone is grating enough and this dogmatic pushing of pop music (I have no better name for it) for the sake of alpha male dominance just compounds the experience.
Munt! If you can read between the lines: That shit works wonders with girls you want to fuck but as a male friend I find that crap really annoying; CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!
Another thing I noted is that car ads are sprinkled with that high speed, back and forth, twangy guitar synth-pop-rock I've come to honestly dislike over the years.
Now, ladies, gents, fellow mammals, I tried, God damn it, I tried sitting through an entire Yeah Yeah Yeahs song. Honestly, hand on the Necronomicon I did.
This friend of mine, the agent for the pop market industrial complex said that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs is an indie band. OK, I bet they are. Still, that won't make me immediately like the Yeah yeah yeahs. They're great musicians and Karen O looks delicious but... I just can't be bothered.
I think I'm staying with the under 2 minute song format favored by punk and grindcore.
That's just what I like. That's my comfort zone for now. That's home to me. I don't send you Impetigo's many and impressive youtube videos. You know why? Cause you think industrial, grindcore and harshnoise sucks.
OK. I respect that.
I come from simpler times.
I come from the grunge years.
Honestly I couldn't tell the difference between Franz Ferdinand, Yeah yeah yeahs, Interpol and Arctic Monkeys even if my life and/or nut sack's well being depended on it.
MTV plays nothing but this high speed back and forth twangy guitar synth-pop-rock.
I bet having either Franz Ferdinand, Yeah yeah yeahs, Interpol or Arctic Monkeys on your ipod makes you a hit with the ladies, but to quote a good friend of mine "Mate, I just can't be bothered."
Munt, Godspeed on that endeavor.
But like I said, I just don't have the patience even for that.
Goldfrapp was as far as I went with this synth keyboard indie pop.
Yes Karen O is delicious but, nah! Sorry I can't join you kids on the dance floor. Godspeed though, kids.
Don't get me wrong. This is just a matter of personal taste. The aforementioned bands rock out as far as the expectations of their fan base are concerned.
Now that I've warmed up a bit, I'd also like to address a condition characteristic of these 2000s: Systematic auto-tune desensitization.
SYSTEMATIC AUTO-TUNE DESENSITIZATION.
Google it. You won't find it.
However I want to direct your attention to a more scholarly article dealing with auto-tune abuse and the many "artists" guilty of it.
It's late and animation is a harsh mistress.
