1. Awful, just awful
Note that this song was recently in a Bud Light commercial. Think about it. No you think about it.
2. Not awful but not so much good. [Most likely NSFW]
The first time I heard this song it tricked me into thinking it was good. The second time I heard it I thought, "Y'know, this reminds me of that time I accidentally discovered Halestorm." That's not good. I kinda like the chorus, though. And the bit towards the end where she goes "C'mon, bitches." The song as a whole, though, is, um, how do I put this delicately? Kinda crap. The rest of the band's catalog goes rapidly downhill from here, too. But they are named Morningwood, so they get points for that.
3. Good but not great.
Pandora's been throwing TAT at me of late, mostly because I like the Dollyrots, Veruca Salt, and Letters to Cleo. The song that actually sold me was "Pessimist," but there aren't any good YouTube videos of that song, so have "Road to Paradise." It's not great, but it's not bad. It's...pleasant.
4. Getting there.
So the thing about The Donnas is that I assumed they were something of a gimmick. Pandora's been throwing them at me for a while, but I was all, "The Donnas? They're probably a gimmick, amirite?" Turns out that they're exactly as much of a gimmick as The Ramones or The Fratellis, in that they've known each other for 20 years, have been a band for roughly that long, and decided to choose the same name and then give the band that name because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I've decided to give into The Donnas and I think it's one of the better decisions I've made this year.
5. Hell, yeah.
I'm genuinely embarrassed to put that dude's hair on my blog. But I only have 13 readers and I think four of them are Dennis Markuze, so why the fuck do I care? Either way, my two favorite music discoveries of 2013 are the Dollyrots and Gaslight Anthem. "Satellite" is one of my favorite Dollyrots songs. I could listen to it every day.
Also, on the Oh. My. God. scale, Kelly O is pregnant and the emo haired guitarist is the baby daddy.
6. Oh, god, yes.
So this week I found out that Veruca Salt announced they're back together. In March. To the smallest possible amount of fanfare. I mean, I put up a post that included Veruca Salt music videos on New Year's Eve of 2012 and I've been listening to Eight Arms to Hold You almost daily since then but I heard nothing about the reunion until this week.
Either way, Veruca Salt have reformed. Original Veruca Salt. Louise Post, Nina Gordon, Jim Shapiro, Steve Lack Veruca Salt.
I'm looking forward to the reunion tour on levels approaching the Soundgarden reunion of the past couple years. It's a bit tempered by the bit where VS had a smaller library than Soundgarden and that includes the post-breakup albums. But, good, god, man, I could listen to "All Hail Me" three times in a row live and consider that time well spent.
So. Fucking. Grunge.
Either way, that's a tour through my brain.
Music is subjective and sometimes the difference between great and terrible is both arbitrary and fuzzy, but that is what it is. I also suppose there might be someone out there who thinks Halestorm is great and Veruca Salt sucks. That person has every right to their opinion. I won't take suggestions from him or her, though. Or if I do I won't give the bands in question any money without a thorough examination.