on facebook i posted a putdown your fave band thread--here is the results

black flag?? oh you mean ginn's folly? just listen to anything after my war all the way through---you can't do it.

faith no more? king for 2 records--douches for a lifetime.thanks for disturbed, patton.

the doors---poetry for burnouts//lizard fetishists//grandma's organists. once you get that hoser from the cult on board you are making poop even poopier.

the dockers---i've taken more entertaining craps and fell back into them. that dude couldn't sing with a red hot poker in his butt. and it's too bad there isn't an old and fat billboard chart so they could be #1

.candlebox--when you are endorsed by craig chaos there is no burn that can be lower than that. the crystal lite of grunge....

g.b.r.--liars. no gays/blacks/or republicans. fozzy bear on bass//grandpa on guitar and a singer who can't keep his balance on an invisible surfboard. i won't even go into the drummer--he has enough problems.

sonic youth is the brocholi of music--it's supposed to be good for you but it tastes like crap. thurston moore is such a weiner he's afraid to jack off in case someone thinks he's being sexist..

genesis is so long winded they just finished their first album.when your selling point is phil collins--the spitting image puppets is a step up visually. music for people who sniff their own farts willingly....

the queers? i like that one song...you know--the only one they have ever played. dude makes angus young look like miles davis.

ween--i think just getting laid once would end their career--and their fandom too. sometimes i just like to leave the washing machine unbalanced and play 78 records on 33 to get the same feeling as a ween album

the electric eels-- without hindsight and collector//revisionist nerds we'd not even be bringing up their name right now. they are the dockers of 70's cleveland aka--they never left the city. save your money and buy a bassist. art terrorism? more like ear terrorism.

the minutemen---take 1/2 gang of four mix with one part capt. beefheart===beat poetry for beat offs. the guitar sounds like chewing aluminum foil and the words don't even make sense to them. i'm sure it was important at the time--much like the painted macaroni sculpture you made in vacation bible school was.

turbonegro----never has so little been made of so little. the village people of glam rock. the only reason they make your butt move is to knock off all the eyeliner popeyes from grabbing it. if t-rex could be fruitier they'd be turbonegro.really i've said too much, i could have just of hawkered on the ground.

iron maiden---if you have the spare time between popping zits and playing world of warcraft--they are your dudes.music for history buffs that can't read. just when you thought stripey spandex was dead--it's time for a "new" album--which only means new words really. getting excited for a new maiden album is like getting excited before each breath.


crackpipe wisconsin---if dali painted them they could not be more obscure. like most things from boston--they failed.only justin and them even know they were a band. so underground they can't be googled. you gave me the cd-r but i smoked it.

the kinks--gap toothed brothers who fell over distortion and wrote that song 6 times before branching out into meaningless opera that only made sense to anglophiles and royalists. i'd rather watch the telly, guv'nor. i blame them for brit-pop and that's another whole load of limey poopery.they are the reason there is a carpark where the local pally used to be.