They had some connections into the industry which got them a deal. Mostly through Fred Durst as I heard it.



They had some connections into the industry which got them a deal. Mostly through Fred Durst as I heard it.
Speak through your fingers



Wes sounds like he puts a lot of efffort into trying to sound like Kurt Cobain. He does the voice pretty well, but then he adds these retarded inflections.
Turn me on, Dead Man.



I can't stand how he says "one" (rhymes with loan).
I believe it was that song of theirs that was everywhere for too long "She Hates Me" that made me hate them. Nah, I don't hate them. I don't despise them. I don't abhorr them. There isn't a word for it. If I was in the Mafia, them, Coldplay, Firehouse, and so many "musical groups" would be so gone. And so would Nickleback for this bit of uncomfortableness:
I like your pants around your feet
and I like the dirt that's on your knees
and I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
I like the white stains on your dress
I love the way you pass the check
and I love good hands around your neck
it's like serial killer lyrics. It was on the radio ALL the time. But mudd-puddle takes the cake. For having a stupid name, having stupid songs, trite videos, for looking angry like they're a "heavy" band, for somehow being successful, for the guy wearing a ski cap on his head in summer, for just so much.
You know, we should really be blaming the industry and radio and marketeers for all of this. And the people who get force-fed it all and say, "Oh, this is what I'm supposed to like now? Okay!"
Fudge everyone and everything. Present company excluded of course.
fudgin HAAAAATE muddpuddle
fudgin fudge man - now I'm all p!ssy and b!tchy. I'm gonna go have some guacamole and more red wine so I can get over this insipifying inanity with the bands and the people and the crap.