This might be conclusive proof that the rapture has happened and we're all in hell or something.
1.) They don't add anything to this song, they don't bring anything fresh or change it up, it's a straightforward rendering and thus, and for other reasons, they actually detract from the song.
2.) Joe Walsh doesn't need any more royalty checks.
3.) The singer sounds like he's the bastard lovechild of that autotuned douche from Nickleback and a bad James Hetfield impersonator.
4.) Not quite as improbably cringeworthy as Disturbed's cover of Phil Collin's era Genesis' "Land of Confusion" but it made me think of that fucking song, so it's a "fuck you" on that count too.
5.) May actually herald the return of He Who Shall Not Be Named (ok, it's Fred Durst) by paving the way of sonic mediocrity.
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