Ah, Something Awful belebt die "Your Band Sucks"-Kolumne wieder, und das mit einer Band die ich wohl bis vor Kurzem (genauer: bis Beverly Hills) noch verteidigt hätte. Aber damit ist nun wohl endgültig Schluss, nach dem kurzen Hoffnungsschimmer gab es dann das rote Album mit dem ersten Song des Jahres der so scheiße ist dass mir beim Zuhören schlecht wird. Will nicht wissen wie oft der Autor sich den antun musste um ihn so herrlich auseinanderzunehmen.

"Let's say there's a jovial, quirky fellow who laughs off his many failings with the catch phrase "I'm the greatest at everything." People who know him might find this act endearing. But if the guy, feeling emboldened, gets "I'm the greatest at everything" tattooed across his chest, and if he swears off shirts forever to display his indelible inkings, and if he secretly worked out for months so the words would look extra-impressive across his taut, oiled pectorals, well, any uninitiated observer will think he's a ridiculous asshole with delusions of grandeur, and even his old office buddies might reassess his intentions and his appeal. Weezer has become that guy, and it just doesn't matter anymore that they got the disclaimer "p.s., just kidding" tattooed in 3-point font underneath the garish "greatest" banner."
Garbage Day - Weezer: The Worst Song That Ever Lived