Artists it's okay to hate

oh jeez, so nickleback is crap, but I consider the bands I mentioned the Nicklebacks of their genres. The real issue is that you think 1 genre is artistically better than the other. The truth is all genres have Nicklebacks. Nickleback is a bastageization of what? Radio music? I think the bands I mentioned are bastageizations of indie music. So are you saying that just because a band is "indie" that it gets a pass on not just being a "scene" band? I call it the Candlebox syndrome, or if you are a bit younger you can call it the Stone Temple Pilots syndrome, or if you are even younger you can call it the Gym Class Heros syndrome... whatever, in my world, it is not only ok to hate the bands I mentioned, it is commonplace. So disagree if you want, thats is fine, but I will set my own parameters thank you.

:9: its all good you are free to set whatever parameters you'd like. but compare the music of Common to that of Nickleback, i think you will find there are very few similarities. Common is most certainly not the Nickleback of rap music, his stuff is much more thoughtful, has depth and substance. Lets do a quick comparison.


Common said
Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us
Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God

{Verse Two}
Everywhere is broken glass
Nephews smokin squares, nieces smokin grass
Try not to say shoot around my daughter she already know to blast
Catchin the future, don't know who threw the past
It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon
*****z is fake like *****es braggin
Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion
In motion like cars
I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars
The world is yours, I'm hopin it's ours
Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies
Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me
(.. from a distance) *****z tried to appraise me
I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me
My days be spent, behind dream's tent
Through the sun the divine being is sent
It's the Sun God

Nickleback said
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
if you cant tell the difference between that, then i cant help you. here are some samples from a couple of the other bands you listed, compare them to nickleback and you will see the difference.

iron and wine said
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend

All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry, foundered boat

And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I’ll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones

Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square

And the beast never seen
Licks its red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"

the decemberists said
My true love went riding out
In white and green and gray
Past the pale of office wall
Where she was want to stray
And there she came upon
A white and wounded faun

Singing
Oh, oh
The hazards of love

She, being full of charity,
A credit to her sex
Saught to right the faun's hind legs
When here her plans were vexxed
The tiger shifted strange
The beast began to change

Singing
Oh, oh
The hazards of love
Singing
Oh, oh oh oh
The hazards of love
You'll learn soon enough
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Undone