mr. negative day 4--shouting out to kooch//psychomatt and victoria--i hate your faves, buckos.

r.e.m.----for some reason i remember hearing this band on rate-a-record on american bandstand.it's all been downhill from there. sorry sacks of georgia hoodeley-hoo that mumbled their way to altstardumb.the videos were like postcards from some horrible altered universe where picking your nose was a bold statement. and the music was worse. jingle jangle junk mixed with whining and topped off with the world's biggest eyebrows. just carrying them around gave him an aneurysm. in summary 40 year old boy scout poet music with mr defazio brows for folks that really enjoy mumbling and crying. probably a hit in psych wards and pre schools. i haven't been in either in years.

ice cube---i'm pouring out a 40 of st. ides right now for cube's rhyme writing. ever since he caught the acting bug it's bye bye rhymes hello acting crimes. because let's face it--the only good acting he ever did is when for a brief moment before death certificate--you thought he meant it.and as for the movie--anaconda--i haven't rooted for a snake that hard since vacation bible school.

jethro tull--isn't he the kid who wiped snot on his pants? no--even worse--a gang of hairy woodland brits with a flute and a fish hatchery! minstrel in the poopery. maypole folk beard rock that seems exotic the first time you hear it in your dad's garage, but slowly reveals the sackless attack of it's true nature.but no matter how hard i diss them--they still whipped metallica.flutes up your ass! aquadung!

zero boys---some schleps ape the dickies and ramones and it amazes the children of the corn.but then again--so did mork and mindy. proto-hardcore rage-outs that splats the mirror like blackheads with a singer who sounds like he licked them off the mirror. i call them the michael jordan of punk because vicious circle has been retired and came back just as much. the soundtrack for pizza delivery drivers who are philosophy majors .soul deep in pepperoni. 8th pressing.