Well, it’s been a doozy of a week over at Stereogum—an “OC” season-finale spoiler, more cultural ephemera involving everyone’s favorite piece of shit, and a run-in with Sufjan. I deftly avoided any of that, since there was even more douchebaggery to be found in other, lower-profile posts.

Fourth place I missed the whole Keane mania, along with its subsequent backlash. If I hadn’t, my car trips might have been a lot more interesting:

I hated “Somewhere Only We Know” at first but it eventually grew into one of those songs I professed to hate but would turn up in the car as long as I was alone. The lead singer looked like a huge douche bag with that leather jacket in the video though.

Anyway, I don’t see myself secretly listening to this track in the car.

Posted by: Laura at May 17, 2006 12:22 PM

Wow. What’s the opposite of “damning with faint praise”? Because whatever it is, that last line basically embodies it. If I’m in a band, I may have a lot of issues over which to lose sleep, but having people out there who are too worried about their hipster cred to admit to liking my single and then deciding that my next one isn’t catchy enough to surreptitiously sing along with in the car should definitely not be one of them.

Third place Tom Verlaine, a man who created one of the greatest rock records of all time, is (surprise!) eccentric:

what an idiot. i hope he gets cancer soon.

Posted by: scott at May 18, 2006 04:28 PM

Christ, what a retard.

Second place All Grandaddy wants to do is release their swan song and part ways peaceably, but the douchebags out there won’t let them:

fuck grandaddy

how do u go from the sophtware slump to taking dumps on records and their buyers?

Posted by: thigh master at May 16, 2006 04:50 PM

“Fuck Grandaddy”? Really? I would expect this from someone who never liked them in the first place, but come on. With fairweather fans like yourself, who needs enemies?

First place Oh, you silly bands. Why do keep insisting on covering your favorite songs? Don’t you know that’s off-limits?

This sucks so bad.

All the ironic humor and jovialness of the original tune by the Talking Heads is wrung out in favor of a despair-ridden acoustic campfire thing.

This is what happens when shitty bands are encouraged by their coke-snorting A&R men at the major label record company to do covers. They say, “Oh, do new wave! That’s got a revival. You’ll be the next France Ferndinad!” But do an acoustic version, like Bob Dylan Unplugged!

If you can’t do a cover right, or inject something new into it, don’t fucking bother with it.

These two covers have ensured that I’ll never buy anything by the Editors – ever.

Posted by: Tony G at May 15, 2006 09:39 AM

Wow. Take anything too seriously much? If a band doesn’t “do it right,” and if their cover of a song is somehow blasphemous enough to provoke such impassioned disavowals, then maybe they’re better off without you as one of their benefactors. That, or you need a massive injection of, ahem, joviality.

But I must say I am looking forward to hearing this “France Ferndinad” band. With a name like that, they must be good.