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Your favorite band sucks: bands and artists the Bullz-Eye music writers just “don’t get”

Every music lover has been there – in front of the television or a set of speakers, listening for the first time to the work of a critically revered artist whose songs are supposed to change the way you look at the world…only to come away wondering what all the hype was about. For the iconoclastic among us, these moments are opportunities to prove what independent thinkers we are; for everyone else – a group that often appears to include virtually every name-brand music critic on the planet – they’re opportunities to turn off your ears, nod your head, and smile. What kind of self-respecting music writer doesn’t love the music of Bruce Springsteen? U2? Elvis Costello? A total hack, right?

Your favorite band sucks Maybe. Or maybe we tend to forget that one of the most wonderful things about art is the utterly objective way we respond to it. One establishment’s treasure can be one lonely listener’s source of constant befuddlement, consternation or outright rage – and with that in mind, your Bullz-Eye Music staff put its heads together and drew up a list of all the bands and artists we’re supposed to love…but don’t. Each of the writers who contributed to this piece is speaking solely for himself, and you’re sure to disagree with some of the names mentioned here – and, of course, that’s sort of the point. But enough of our introductory babble – let’s break down some critical idols!

The Doors
“…don’t even think about describing their sound as “timeless”; you’ll be hard pressed to find music as trapped in time as these peyote-fueled dirges, and no one summed up the life and legacy of Jim Morrison – whose death was as brilliant a career move as you’ll ever see – better than Denis Leary: ‘I’m drunk, I’m nobody. I’m drunk, I’m famous. I’m drunk, I’m fucking dead.'”

Bruce Springsteen
“Perhaps Jello Biafra put it best when he referred to Bruce Springsteen as ‘Bob Dylan for jocks.’ But I can sum up what I dislike about the majority of the Boss in one word: Glockenspiel.”

Pink Floyd
“If you’re 14 and discovering pot, Pink Floyd’s a must. Hell, Dark Side of the Moon is practically a gateway drug in and of itself. If you’re out of high school and still into ’em, you’ve got a problem.”

Conor Oberst
“…his songs are duller than a steak knife in a prison cafeteria. I’ve tried repeatedly to ‘get’ Oberst’s work, but each time, I come away further convinced that his music is an elaborate prank hatched by the editors of Pitchfork.”

To read the rest of the bands Bullz-Eye doesn’t get, click here.

Modern Skirts: All of Us in Our Night

The Modern Skirts’ second full-length, All of Us in Our Night, bridges the gap between ‘70s AM gold and early ‘90s modern rock – which isn’t surprising once you take a look at the album credits and see that the producers assembled for the disc include David Lowery (Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, Counting Crows) and Mike Mills (R.E.M., duh). It probably goes without saying that none of All of Us resonates as strongly as the best work from any of the above-named bands – heck, maybe not even strongly enough to remain lodged in your memory banks after the disc is finished playing – but none of it sucks, and in some places (particularly the brightly loping “Radio Breaks”), it hints at a brighter future for the young Athens outfit. Not greatness, perhaps, but why get greedy? This is a dozen-song set that hearkens back to a simpler, more innocent time, and even if its chances of ending up on your year-end best-of list are rather slim, it’ll help you while away a few bitter winter weeks hearkening back to a simpler, more innocent time. If you need a little more jangle and/or gentle, sunny harmonies in your musical diet, look no further. (self-released 2009)

Modern Skirts MySpace page

Cash Cash: Take It to the Floor

For most music fans, a band name like Cash Cash probably provokes mental images of DJs, bling-flashing MCs, and bangin’ beats – and even though this New Jersey quartet delivers on that last front, and got its first big break from the DJs who turned “Party in Your Bedroom” into a dance hit, they’re actually a pack of power pop-dealing honkies whose sound has more to do with the Click Five than Lil Wayne. Obviously, wrapping rock guitars in a hard candy shell is nothing new; bands from Cheap Trick to New Jersey’s own Fountains of Wayne have tried to make a commercial go of it for decades, with spotty results (to say the least). But to their credit, Cash Cash manage to avoid a lot of the pitfalls that recent like-minded acts such as Swirl 360 and the aforementioned Click Five have stumbled into; their songs are pretty uniformly solid, for one thing, and although they rely heavily on programmed beats and trendy, analog-sounding synths, their sound isn’t quite as brightly colored as it could be – which is a very good thing, because it staves off ear fatigue long enough for the album to draw you in. The whole thing is decidedly lightweight, but it’s a lot of fun, and it bridges the gap between power pop, dance, and New Wave more successfully than, say, the Killers. During the dead of winter, relentlessly sunny tracks like “Your Love” should provide reason enough for plenty of repeat listens. (Universal Republic 2009)

Cash Cash MySpace page

Rivers Cuomo: Alone II: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo

Someone in a popular men’s print magazine recently said something horrible about the latest Weezer album, something to the effect of, “If Rivers Cuomo burned down a hospital, it wouldn’t be the worst thing he did in 2008.” As harsh as that may sound, that critic probably hadn’t heard Cuomo’s latest batch of home recordings, sharply titled Alone II: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo. Cuomo is one of those songwriters that you might call prolific, and he’s been known to literally use computer formulas to create those songs. The problem is that whatever formulas he’s using are not very good, and if his “best” stuff is being released on the Weezer albums, why would anyone want to hear this schlock? Okay, it’s not all schlock – tracks like “I Was Scared” and “My Brain Is Working Overtime” sound like classic Weezer. But that’s two tracks out of 19. Everything else ranges from bad to downright painful, especially “Please Remember” and “Can’t Stop Partying,” on which Cuomo’s raw, pitchy vocals effectively marry nails and chalkboard. And he sounds like a whiny emo kid from 1999 on “My Day is Coming.” So before we all start hating Weezer, whether we were fans of the band before, let’s hope Mr. Cuomo goes on a long vacation, or does something else newsworthy so we can forget about these awful home recordings. He doesn’t have to burn down a hospital, but robbing a hot dog cart wouldn’t be a bad idea. (DGC Records/Interscope)

Rivers Cuomo MySpace Page

Peter Buffett: Imaginary Kingdom

Few musicians have carved a career as strange and wonderful as that of financial guru Warren Buffett’s second son Peter. After decades of electronic-based instrumental albums and Native American-themed works – one of which landed in “Dances with Wolves” – Buffett didn’t sing a note into a microphone until 2006, at which point he clearly caught the bug. Imaginary Kingdom is his third vocal album in as many years, and while it shares the one-man-show aspect of his other work – one could call Buffett a forefather of bedroom pop – the sum is more than one man jamming with himself. The rhythm section is simple, yes, but warm, something most self-made records lack. Aqualung’s Matt Hales surely wishes he had written “Set Me Free,” and Joseph Arthur could slip “Can I (Again)” into his set without anyone batting an eye. It’s all perfectly pleasant, though he creates a disconnect whenever he runs his vocals through what sounds like an Autotuner (“Ready”). He clearly loves playing with his machines, but what makes Imaginary Kingdom so endearing is its human element. He may be late to the pop game, but better late than never. (BeSide Records 2008)

Peter Buffett MySpace page

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