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Can't help remembering how brave Good Charlotte was in adding Puff Daddy hype callouts to nonsense third-wave emo.
Alternating with diegetic Weezer skit vocals, if you can fucking imagine that.
"...but I won't stop now because I can't stop now" is what Sandra Bullock would yell from that bus if she was an idiot. "I'm not slowing down! ...because I can't slow down!"
I don't know who in Maryland needs to hear this, but: this lazy pop shit is absolutely Jimi Haha's fault.
Literally cannot even enjoy this album nostalgically. It's like someone tried to write the mean of the entire rock genre, but then they got hit by a truck carrying tired cliches to their final resting place.
"And I don't want your 9-5." Guys, you didn't have jobs and you still couldn't write songs that didn't sound like a Sublime album was left in a washing machine with a censored Wal-Mart copy of Puff Daddy's No Way Out.
I mean, congrats on writing a song that predicted Avril Lavigne's "Complicated" but wasn't catchy enough to hit and probably didn't even influence Avril.
In hindsight, they should've called themselves Good Compromise.
I will never forget that church show where Billy Martin's band Overflow opened for Good Charlotte. They were a Silverchair clone, and he had long white nonsense dreads. Next time I saw him, he was the (very unnecessary) second guitarist in GC, with dyed black emo hair.
"Walk By" is their only song that fucks. And it might not be worth it. "Superman Can't Walk" was great, but they buried it when they were signed by Sony, like the agents of compromise they are.
FUCKING LOL. Why is this album haunted by the ghosts of middle-aged gringos?
