Flogging Molly:
There first two albums were amazing. They perfected the notion of joining the rebelious and raucous nature of punk with Irish and Celtic songs and jogs. Spoons and guitars, whiskey and flutes, all with a voice that only a mother could love. It makes you think of seas and pirates, jigs and pubs, rebels and chaos...
But then their newest album came - Within a Mile of Home. What happened to the greatness I just spoke of you might ask? It was lost with guest singers and musicians accompanying a boring album. The songs were mediocre at best save for one (seven Deadly Sins), and all the rest were far too light, repititive, outright boring, and/or lacking of any means of punk, raucous antics, etc... I wish to have bands evolve and grow, but nor do I wish to have them neglect their greatness for <img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif">.
Metallica pisses me off now.
And ever since his album Fragile, Trent Reznor (NIN for those who are uninformed/uneducated) has become a sad, pathetic, lesser version of what he once was. He was Industrial. He was smurfing awesome. But ever since Fragile, he's sucked more and more, and With Teeth was the worst thing that ever smurfing happened, I swear. The raw, pure nature of his songs are now mediocre pop-esque crap.
Marilyn Manson is bothering me also. I want more Antichrist Superstar and Mechanical Animals, not him lying around pretending to philosiphize about Celebretanism and metaphysics.
Greenday is, simply and nicely put, ridiculously stupid now.
My Chemical Romance has become <img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif"><img src="/xxx.gif">. The Black Parade is a complete and utter letdown. It's filled with happy, new Greenday sound, Falloutboy and Angels and Airwaves influences. That right there explains what has happened to MCR.
What happened to their ability to bridge the gap between rock, punk, and emotive music and mesh them together to create something that wasn't power-pop? What they are now is sad and pathetic. One listen to Dead! after you listen to You Know What They do to Guys Like us in Prison or Demolition Lovers and you will know the horrors of that which I speak.
I hate them now and wish to burn my shirt that bears their name lest I be shamed.