Did Everclear Breakup Because Art Was Being a Dick?
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Everclear was a power trio from Oregon who merged such quondam entities as archetype rock, ability popular, punk and grunge. Fine art Alexakis was the bandleader, lyricist, vocalizer and guitarist, and he had a real knack and passion for singing about the tragic events of his ain life (mother'due south suicide, drug addiction, dating a black girl much to his community's chagrin, chirapsia his wife, becoming a rock star, falling in and out of marriage, etc). He didn't even really have to put much poetry into it - his nonfiction observations and emotional reactions to them were plenty interesting to sustain a adept several albums. So he replaced his entire ring and now they stink. Simply until then, heck yes! Musically? Guitars! Striking singles? Yes simply they SUCKED! The non-hits were so much better. Seriously. "Santa Monica"? Atrocious. "Something To Everyone"? More like "The `Smells Like Teen Spirit' riff inverted"! "Heartspark Dollar Sign"? More like "No Spark Collared Mime!"
I mean, if you're listening to information technology through actually bad speakers.
- Reader Comments
- bickbyro@altavista.com (Keith Turausky)
Isn't it a picayune early for April Fool's, Mark? I mean, certain, Everclear weren't the *most* wearisome band to litter the alternative radiowaves during the late '90s (that would exist 311), but 8, 8, 7, 8, and 10? I'll acknowledge that I've simply heard the first two all the way through, but I *can* tell you that about every single they've put out since "Heroin Daughter" uses the same guitar rhythm!Now, unlike yourself, I found this rhythm (you know the i I'one thousand talking about---BA-DA... BA-DA BA-DA BA-DA...") charming the outset time they used information technology, back on "Santa Monica." But after "Everything to Everyone," "Father of Mine," and "I Will Buy Yous A New Life"... my word! Repeat yourself much, Art? I gauge he broke the wheel with "AM Radio," but but considering he sampled "Mr. Big Stuff," which should hardly count as creative progress. "Wonderful" isn't exactly the aforementioned ground all over again, merely the chord progressions are similar enough to his other work that it almost seems like he'south playing that damned rhythm again, even if he actually isn't...
The residual of the album tracks may be aureate, and again I wouldn't really know. But I just wouldn't experience right paying even used prices for whatever surrounds such hack work. To even *write* the aforementioned song iv times is worthy of criticism, merely for all four versions to be released as singles is unforgivable. Fifty-fifty Britney Spears bankrupt with formula on her new single, for cryin' out loud...
And don't even get me started on your appraisal of "Brown Eyed Girl" (which I *accept* heard). Jesus, Mark, next thing you know we'll be reading about how Fiona Apple really blew John Lennon "clear out the waterbed" with her embrace of "Across the Universe." What is the globe coming to???
- WBinder007@aol.com
Actually, I would have to say the first time I heard that guitar rhythm Mr. Turansky referred to, I thought: "Hmmm, someone is doing an unplugged encompass of the Vandals' impeccable, immaculate and impeccable tune 'The Legend Of Pat Brown.' After all, this vocal USES THE SAME FUCKING RHYTHM AND THE SAME FUCKING CHORD VARIATIONS!!!" But no, I was mistaken, information technology was not a terrible embrace of a great song about running over cops, but rather, the get-go of a painfully terrible song about swimming out past the breakers in order to watch the world die. Technically Art didn't even write that rhythm. (Not that the Vandals' didn't steal information technology, because they probably did.)While I concede that "Heartspark Dollarsign" IS catchy and somewhat enjoyable, anything else this band has ever released is as forgettable every bit whoever sang that flavor of the calendar week vocal nigh existence the flavor of the week that failed to live upwardly to its intentions because it wound up beingness not the flavor of the week, but rather, the flavor of the one-half-60 minutes. You know who I'grand talking about. The singer looked and tried to sound only like Kurt Cobain, except it wasn't the jagoff from Puddle of Mudd.
Anyways, Everclear'south cover of Dark-brown Eyed Girl is a fucking travesty. Even Lagwagon's is meliorate. And their cover of the Buzzcocks' "What Do I Become?" For that Art will burn in hell. How tin can you take such a great song (fifty-fifty if information technology 1-4-five, the exact same 1-4-5 Glenn Danzig "borrowed" (stole) for "Last Caress") and turn it into such tripe? The other guys in the band, I take no trouble with. The drummer actually seems to have some talent. I'm with Keith on this one, though. Along with Blink-182, 311, Tertiary Centre Blind, Matchbox twenty and several other bands without numbers in their names, such every bit No Incertitude and Primer 55, Everclear is definitely one of the worst and almost boring bands on the radio. To requite any of their albums more than a half dozen is pushing it.
- adam@eclectric.org (Adam Hammack)
YOU Really LIKE FUCKING EVERCLEAR?!?!?Seriously, Prindle. Everclear? EVERCLEAR? Alexakis has one chord, ane theme, and come up to think of it, essentially one song. It may be slower or faster sometimes, distorted or clean, and it tin even have Embankment-Boy rip-off harmony, but it'southward still the same god-damned vocal! Comparing these guys to Nirvana is about as dumb equally shit. Apart from the fact that neither Art or Kurt play guitar very well, they're worlds autonomously. Kurt'southward vox was a wailing, emotive howl; Art'southward is mediocre -- no range to speak of, unconvincing scream included. Kurt's lyrics were twisted, (sometimes vague) depictions of the sadness (and breadbasket pain) he eventually succumbed to. Art's are like shooting fish in a barrel, plain worded whining most his bad childhood and some other stuff that'southward abrasive him. As a song-writer, Kurt was inventive. He used bar chords in a mode that didn't restrict him. His chord changes were ear-catching. Alexicas' piece of work is direct pop/punk/rock bullshit -- like shooting fish in a barrel progressions that accept had far improve fabric placed over them than anything former ii-tone could ever come up upward with. (Two-Tone is a reference to his hair and mustache, but also to the dynamic range of his music.) Too, if Kurt were still around, you lot can bet he wouldn't be making Nevermind Pt 5 right at present. Fine art's evolved near as much in the course of his "carreer" as paramecium take during the history of the universe. (Null.) Shame on yous, Prindle. Heard any adept Sum 41 lately? How about Lit? They're about as relevant as Everclear. Become osculation their ass.
(Okay, Father of Mine and a few others aren't completely atrocious. I liked 'Father' when it came out, identified with it even. I'1000 existent tired of it past now though. And I still don't think annihilation else he's done has been toooo great. Certainly non a agglomeration of sevens, eights and tens.)
- Adam Hammack
I still don't like Everclear much, just I just came back and re-read this page and I must acknowledge that your "Everclear-artist-page descriptive phrase thingy" made me fall off my chair laughing. He is rather opaque with his songwriting, isn't he? I may have to go back and give him a bit of a second chance afterward all. Hell, I similar John Lennon's solo stuff, and he had not one but two songs nearly his expressionless mommy on his first album. Doesn't get much more than emotionally bare than these two.Lennon had musical talent also though. You idiot. ;)
If you've always thought to yourself, "Hey! I'd like to accept a band! Simply all I can play on the guitar are barre chords and single notes! And nearly of the melodies I write are pretty basic! And my voice sounds like a pothead that works at McDonald's!," Everclear is hither to testify that none of these deterrents need deter you from your dreams. They are the "everyman band." The kind of band that had no identify getting big - they're non larger than life or punkier than punk or cute AT ALL (unless y'all're attracted to that vocaliser that looks like he'southward going to sneak into your business firm and steal all your albums) - they're just three guys with a wink and a smiling. And this is why so many people recollect I'm an idiot for liking them.
But I DO like them, dammit! They're kind of like Nirvana Jr. (well, Nevermind Jr. anyway), only with much greater career aspirations. Even on this early indie release, the band'southward radio-prepare pop melodies sparkle like a diamond-plated sesame seed in a large evil-smelling poop of loud distorted guitars (and distorted bass! TOUCHDOWN! HOLE IN ONE! Dwelling house RUN! Whatever SOCCER PEOPLE GET Subsequently Kicking THE BORINGASS BALL Effectually FOR THREE HOURS!). Information technology is the least artistic formula in the earth, but information technology'south mannerly as hell because the songs are then darnedidy poppy and tricky - this particular grunge blend is more than Cheap Trick than Alice In Chains, if'north you will. Not punkish - virtually of the songs are midtempo. Merely in that location is a BIT of variety (a couple of the songs offset quiet earlier getting really loud - isn't that killer? I can't believe stone and roll went 40 years without anybody having idea of using that kind of dynamic) and only a couple of existent duffers. Let'due south say a really really really low 8.
This was pretty funny - at the Dog Run tonight, Jason Weeks pointed out that a young woman bending over had a tattoo right higher up her barrel. He crudely said, "I bet she has it there and so yous can look at information technology while you're having sex activity with her." So I pleasantly and neighborly replied, "What does information technology say? 'Shoot here'?"
Really, written down like that, it's not funny at all.
- Reader Comments
- DTgringo@aol.com
I dear this record. "Loser Makes Good", "Fire Maple Song", "Pennsylvaina." Great songs, why does nobody email you about this band? Maybe cause they haven't put out a good record since 1995. who knows?
This is the ane that bankrupt `em big! The hit singles were "Santa Monica" (that'due south the one that goes "Nosotros'll swim out past the breakers and picket the world die!" and sounds simply like that "Romeo and Juliet/Samson And Delilah" song past Bruce Springsteen) and "Heartspark Dollarsign" (that's the one nearly the black girlfriend). It's poppier grunge than the last 1, with bigtime culling production values, lots of medium tempos and such diversity as is establish in an acoustic guitar and in stereo separation. But it's non sissified - the distorted guitars are still really loud, total and heavy, without that chorusy sheen that washes the edges off of Nevermind. The melodicism is still pretty simplistic but tricky and great most of the time (lots of the not- hits are much, much better than the hits). They utilize as many Beatles chords as Cheap Trick does, but with a postal service-punk book and bluster that people as onetime as Cheap Trick might not be every bit comfortable performing.
Aside from the Mayhem + Robin Zander = 2Together! cd of class.
So if you similar tricky loud heavy pop grunge stuff, that'southward what the music is like hither. Maybe a couple of punkers ("Heroin Girl"!), simply more often than not not. Now and then - the lyrics! They're about drugs, bad relationships, loss, hurting, failure - Art Suckmykokis (heee!) has fashioned himself as a Bruce Springsteen for the modern historic period. No, seriously! "You tie your arm and ask me if I wanted to drive" - "Let's just drive your car, we could drive all day, allow's merely go the hell abroad from here, for I am ill again - just plain sick to decease of the sound of my own voice ` - "The globe resolves into a expiry'due south head grin, considering I walk with pride with a black girlfriend." These are Bruce-isms! Art isn't a dipshit - he's a bang-up writer! Writing from experiencalisms! Especially the one about his aunt, who turns out to be his real mom, committing suicide by jumping off a bridge! Jeepers creepers.
Say - where did you go those peepers anyhow?
So yep, that'due south my supposition and excuse - the melodies ring true and won't leave your head (THAT FUCKING BLACK GIRLFRIEND SONG HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD ALL GODDAMNED Week. AND I LOVE Information technology THERE!!!!!!) and the nighttime, realistic lyrics make the music seem all the more than poignant in their elementary emotionalism. Some of the poppier stuff is crap though - I'll give it another superlow eight premium. Stick that skyscraper up your ass, Osama Bin Laden!
Did you see that? He may have killed thousands of my neighbors, but I made a macho comment making fun of him! Who'south laughing NOW?!!???!!?!!?!??
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- st@robusttech.com (Scott Tweedie)
Art is fine art. The haters that are posting here seem to not really allow them selves to have a good time with the music. I heard a lot of shit in the ninety's and Everclear was one of the bands that stood out with corking guitar chords, rythems and lyrics. If some of the chrod progressions are similar, who gives a shit. Ever heard Eddie Van Halen? Any of his shit sound the same? We all take our own style....just exist happy that Art shares his feelings through song with us.Await..im 34 years old. I accept been listening to music since my beginning album in 1977, Kiss Dearest Gun.....and out of all the cd'southward I ain, this is one that I wont get out habitation without. I don't claim that their last record(due south) meant as much to be equally Sparkle and Fade...but they came from the middle, and I respect that. Most of you fools can barely wait people in the eye, let alone sing to them. And if yous think I am full of shit, post a photo....lol.
And to the haters...god love you..but y'all guys that are talking shit as if Art and Everclear owe you something. They owe you lot nothing. If you dont similar the tunes, you tin press fast forward. But while I have your attending, delight tell me this: Where tin I download your music? And when can I catch you lot on a national bout making people happy and doing what you dear?
Why hate on Art? Jeolousy is a weak emotion. Let the human speak and enjoy his alive. The deicsions of his by already haunt him enough.
Buy their records and get to thier shows....and u volition meet what it's all about.
Anyway, I don't remember any of you lot are right or wrong, just I merely got home from seeing Everclear play at a big outdoor show here in St. Louis with Everclear's "new" lineup (if only to me, seen them 3 times..this is first time with new lineup). They sounded great.(sound guy..gj)..were very friendly to usa backstage and took the time to say hi and accept photos, etc. The music was phenominal, the vibe was just laid back, relaxed...and the songs are still peachy.
Yea sure..the Volvo tune is a chip cheezy..simply abound upward..thats where nosotros are now..nosotros are 30 somthing...so we sing about volvos and diapers...and if nosotros have addictions we share our pain to prevent others from experienceing the same.
I for 1 respect Fine art and cant wait to run into he and the band again.
Much peace, love and respect-
P.S. Lamentable that this is a chip slurred...I am likewise tired to proof read, hopefully you understand the indicate, and dont critic the grammar ;-)
...earlier you flame me, consider I have about 10 all natural polish Budweisers swimming around my head :-) Peace to you all and for those almost to Rock..we salute u.
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This album is a letdown. The big Everclear FAILURE. I of the worst albums always recorded which is why I gave it seven "i"south.
Only in all seriousness now, every bit this is a sober consequence, this CD removes all the grunge distortion and leaves behind the popular tinklinks, which wouldn't exist so bad if a lot of the songs weren't so distressingly generic. The production is phenomenal, with fantastic 180 sound changes and unexpected shifts of guitar tone taking place in the songs (like a Existent band!). Plus, they've stuck in lots of Beach Boys-fashion fill-in vocal harmonies that audio trans-riffic! Just interesting studio trickery doesn't make upwards for the fact that but half of these songs are really well-written. The others sound similar half-assed tossasides - elementary chord sequences that have been used hundreds of times past thousands of bands. I urge y'all to please non look likewise closely at the math I used there.
It'south certainly a danceable CD, with almost every vocal featuring the aforementioned hip-hop-inflected drum swagger, only this simply even furthers the feeling of sameness that creeps over your ears as yous hear 1 pleasantly forgettable alternative popular stone song after another afterward another. I know I'one thousand being overly negative here so let me explain why I gave information technology a 7. (A) Most half of the melodies are enjoyable enough. (B) Love that large-budget production! (C) Art's a great songwriter - more than pain for you here, including "Begetter Of Mine" and the harrowing "Why I Don't Believe In God" ("I was just viii years old/Heard big words with a horrible audio/Why'd they accept to phone call my school/Tell me my female parent had a nervous breakdown").
Y'all know what's a great Frank Zappa song? "What's The Ugliest Office Of Your Body?" I couldn't believe information technology when the reply turned out to be "Your Listen!" I was TOTALLY rooting for "Inside Your Poopy Evil-smelling Hairy Ass!"
Luckily, Elton John subsequently released a honey ballad with that championship.
- Reader Comments
- gtrman88@msn.com (billyboy thornton)
that anthology blew. non the sort of accident that evokes images of peace and joy and gently tickles your nethers, just the sort of blow that picks up your Hyundai (!) and takes it far far away *sob*. this album took the nirvana completely out of the formula and replaced them with a couple choice hocks of prime course-A Distortion (doom!... death!...... hiss!..... quack!!!!) i institute no memorable songs, as every vocal i attempted to heed to seemed to melt into the others to turn the entire album into a big, garishly happy, ass-pile!! it droned, and non in the good manner, like the melvins or the swans, but the bad way like a large, garishly happy, ass-pile!! to summarize, i'll simply say that years from now this will exist the nigh ignored record in the deal bin. - student@shawvalves.co.united kingdom of great britain and northern ireland (Rich the United kingdom's No.1 Everclear fan!)
Just idea I'd add on the whole Kurt Cobain (Nirvana what a bunch of hero's), Everclear what a agglomeration of losers thing. I seem to remember both Kurt and Fine art went through a lot growing up, I don't know much about Kurt but I practice know well-nigh Art'due south childhood and they were both very shitty by most peoples standards. But which one of the 2 is still alive? Art is! Kurt killed himself taking the cowards way out! Everclears music gives promise to people in similar circumstances all over the world - proving you can do what e'er you put your heed likewise even if your not the best guitarist or lyricist in the world. Kurt showed u.s. at that place is a prissy common cold damp bit of world about 3ft by 6ft marked out for united states all, and we tin can occupy it whenever nosotros desire!
Their best album nevertheless up to the point when information technology was recorded! This was part one of a double-CD that was released as 2 split up CDs to spiral the American public similar Bruce Springsteen and Guns `Due north Roses then blatantly did in a previous century. Opposite to what I could have sworn, this anthology has goose egg at all to do with that stupidass looking film An American Movie or whatever it was called. In fact, it'south all near Art's existent-life courtship, marriage and divorce. But the chronology seems all out of wack (or I tin can't figure out the story!). Like, right subsequently he marries her, he's already divorcing her. Then he's like dating her - TOO CONFUSING FOR OL' PRIND! I own't no rocket scientist or paid scholar here! Yous're not gonna find any books of literary critique in m7 cupboard! The only PhD y'all're gonna become from me is when a fresh toot hauls out my ass!
A total 480* (tin't find the caste marking) from the soundalikiness of the final album, this is by far the most diverse Everclear album ever, completely turning its back on grunge to present a bunch of different types of generally audio-visual, calorie-free fun music. The mandolin madness of the championship rails - the funky horns of fun of "Hither We Go Again" - the Philly Soul nostalgia of "AM Radio" - the GORGEOUS cover of "Brown Eyed Girl" that blows Van "Jim" Morrison's original clear out the waterbed - the cellos and chimes and slide guitars and pop songs and sad acoustic guitars, pianos and lullaby music of all the other songs all scanned through briefly really fast. There are MOMENTS indeed when all the extra instruments reek of pretentiousness a la Mellon Collie And The Infinite Rimjob ("Annabella's Vocal" is a lullaby. A LULLABY! For his Daughter for the love of God! What kind of pussy writes a vocal for his girl when he oughta be out snorting cocaine off of 15-yr-old groupie's thighs??? Not the members of NAZARETH, THAT'South for Goddamned sure!).
In so far as yous're not into it for the loudness and you lot similar audio-visual guitars and a agglomeration of happy songs all leading upwards to sadness, you lot've gotta appreciate the upchurn in songwriting that the guys have pulled here. Very strong tunes, performances and production. Non bad for a bunch of swarthy Mexicans!
I've simply received a memo informing me that Everclear is not in fact a agglomeration of swarthy Mexicans.
- Reader Comments
- pluckybos@hotmail.com (Alex Pluskis)
I just read your review for Everclear'south Songs from and american moving-picture show vol. 1: learning how to smile. (also known equally album to long to type) I similar you review quite a scrap, but i noticed y'all said the chronology doesn't brand much sense. I do agree with y'all that Now That it's Over should non have immediately followed. I guess he merely didn't have any songs about he and his kickoff wife existence happy. However, in reference to your feeling that it goes from them breaking up to dating to divorce, i figured i'd make full you in. I didn't get it either until i found out information technology turns out his wife had had an affair while he was on tour. The song "Unemployed fellow" is not nearly them dating. It's a song from the other guy's point of view. "I know you lot sleep with that obnoxious guy. I know he was in that famous band." The song is most another guy trying to talk Fine art's wife into leaving Art for him. Then...the divorce vocal. Not sure if you even so intendance, just thought i'd let you know. - leather_jew@hotmail.com (Henry Winkler)
Equally far every bit I can effigy from the movie version of this album that I saw, this is mostly nearly Art's struggle with stardom and familial loss. "Pink," Art'southward alter-ego here, likes to sit down around in hotel rooms in stupors while not finishing his cigarettes, which as anyone that has read No One Here Gets Out Alive knows is what stone stars are more often than not supposed to practise, simply so nosotros find out that Fine art'due south father was killed when he was very young, perhaps even earlier he was born, probably in a war or something judging by all the smoke and green uniforms and planes and such. We get to see a bit of art'south childhood growing up in the Pacific Northwest, which looks a lot like England in the 1950's. I gauge Art wants something of a father figure, and he lurks effectually the playground looking morose and doughy, but there are no takers. There are some cartoon sequences here and at that place to assistance illuminate what is going on in Art's mind, and they seem to involve pan-sexual animated versions of the H.R. Pufnstuf cast and worms, which really isn't a lot of assistance. His teachers at schoolhouse pick on him and mock the lyrics to his most pop songs, which apparently were all written by the fourth dimension he was seven years old, and this causes all the kids to march around like zombies and fall into a meat grinder. In that location's besides some kind of Freudian thing going on with Art'southward female parent, and after trying to bring a dead rat back to life he marries some adult female that cheats on him with a smarmy anti-war hippie, and naturally this drives him insane. Art shaves all the pilus off his torso and becomes Hitler and fights more worms for the remainder of the moving picture. I don't really remember the ending because I was doing whippits and hit my head on the java table, but my friend said it ended just like The Last Dinosaur, which I oasis't seen but I guess I'll accept to gild that from Netflix now if I want to figure this all out.
I originally gave this album a x. That is astounding. Here is the "10" review:
Correct upward at that place with Nevermind as the quintessential pop grunge album. Subsequently seemingly rejecting the loud guitar aesthetic with their last two albums, here they encompass it with the arms of a sheep, wrapping the beautifully crafted songs of anger, pain and goofiness in a Saran Wrap coating of heavy distorted chord diggings. The bombast Is HUGE and the songs are really emotional, meaning of course that you have to let yourself fall into the emotions or yous might recall they're overdoing it a bit. Like Ballad Burnett and that ass. But this entire line-up of songs is so PERFECT. One later on the other later on the other - the kickass punk "All Fucked Up," better-than-Nirvana "Out Of My Depth" - the only less than creative riff, awesome lyriced song on here is "Rock Star" and even THAT one is funny. Fine art Alextrebek is at the pinnacle of his songwriter game here, where he belongs. Heart on his sleeve? More like "Center All The Way Up and Downward His Entire Track-Ridden Arm With Heroin And Blood Shootin' Out The Holes Like Sometime True-blue!"
Which I'grand told was how the cliche originally went until the Baptists took over. Fuckin' Baptists. You stuff i in a handbag and throw him in the bounding main, 3 more clamber out of the muck to take his place. I'll never forgive them for what they did to Nils Lofgren.
The album has a final determination and moral, I personally believe, and I see it as thus: Regardless of how awful his wedlock was, how much the breakdown hurt him and how much hurting and misery resulted, it was all worth it to Fine art considering of its production: his piffling daughter, who means more to him than anything else in the globe.
Then maybe he won't take smack and beat the shit out of her all the time similar he did his wife!
- Reader Comments
- CFCOLT22@aol.com
Hey u guyz are all fags and I bet Fine art doesnt give a shit about your thoughts considering he is making millions with his kick ass music.ps Fuck off dick suckers
Due northalways fear -- it'southward Everclear!
I really need you to sympathize that I don't walk down the street everyday saying to myself, "I'm an Everclear fan! Man, do I ever similar Everclear!" Quite frankly, I don't consider them a terribly innovative band and I never recall about them at all. However, whenever I actually bring myself to Listen to them, their "emotional" chord sequences, heavy guitars and slick '90s production tricks plough me into a simpering pool of modern rock fandom on the floor of society'southward enigma. And now it's happening AGAIN!!!!
Is it MY fault that Art is so skillful at putting together chiming repetitive notes and chords that simply drip of the early tastes of teenaged freedom? Should I be persecuted because he has the talent to rip off the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" riff over and over, applying it to near 15 different feelings (the FUN CAREFREE "Teen Spirit"!, the CONFUSED UPSET "Teen Spirit"! the Aroused HARDCORE "Teen Spirit"!)? And most importantly, is it MY fault that every Everclear single that hits the air pales in comparison to the other songs on their albums?
Well okay, you lot got me on that last point. Howdy, my name is Lowry Mays, and I'm the chairman and CEO of Articulate Channel Worldwide. You know, when I founded Clear Channel fashion back in 1972, I didn't know a THING about popular music. I was an investment banker, for Christ'southward sake! But from the moment I picked up that first radio station in San Antonio, TX, I got the bug. You know the bug I'1000 talking most! The bug to control all the music that anybody in the world gets to hear on the radio. That was my dream.
And now that I own over 1200 radio stations, 36 TV stations, 770,000 outdoor advertising displays and the earth's leading alive entertainment company, my dream has come up true! I've taken my skill and cognition accumulated in the important globe of business and used information technology to transform the simplistic, stupid globe of "radio" into pure unadulterated Advert! Articulate Aqueduct'south crossmedia environs ensures deep penetration to young customers who are also ignorant to realize that 90% of the music we play is complete shit geared towards morons. I've said it before and I'll say information technology again: "Clear Channel Communications has nothing to do with entertainment or making people happy: We believe the ultimate measure of our success is to provide a superior value to our stockholders."
Thus, we are thrilled to receive the boring, generic "edgy" new Everclear single "Volvo Driving Soccer Mom" and anticipate that the obvious follow-up single "How To Win Friends and Influence People" will be merely as successful at helping our customers grow their businesses. And why? Because they are near-verbal replicas of songs that were hits for the band ten years ago. Equally for the rest of the album, well -- information technology's really Practiced, so I think I'll stick to listening to it at HOME, cheers!
And just a quick reminder to our 50,000 worldwide employees: Keep those pro-war demonstrations. Colin Powell'south son is the caput of the FCC, and what'due south practiced for the FCC is adept for Clear Channel Communications!
- Reader Comments
- rmuegge@adams.cyberspace (Russell Muegge)
I've never heard the album, but I agree with your comments about Clear Channel; they're complete cocksuckers. - DTgringo@aol.com
The aforementioned feeling I have almost Bad Religion'due south "No Substance", crap, I gave this record three listens, and the liking was the aforementioned, crap. R.I.P. Everclear. Artistic differences? No I call up it was becoming crap that made them breakup.(about a year later)
This is DTgringo, I must edit my previous argument, it would seem that Everclear has reunited. I guess I'g happy, one of these breakups will stick though, I swear.
This is certainly unfortunate. I quite enjoyed having a 'guilty pleasure' every bit indefensibly bone-brained as Everclear. I tin't count the number of times I've joyfully responded to accusations of 'claiming to like obscure shit just to be cool' with "Dude, I gave a ten to an Everclear anthology." Unfortunately, Art Alexakaksucker has replaced his classic trio with a similarly-named quintet and recorded a CD as empty, obvious and annoying every bit about people call up his others were.
As I've argued at brief length previously, Everclear's key skill has always been their knack for creating effective 'emotional' music -- chord changes and heartfelt lyrics that manipulate my heartstrings as if I were a 15 year quondam boy that nobody understands. In dissimilarity, Drama Club far, far too oft pushes truthful feeling to the gutter in favor of novelty funk and cheery cliche. Though produced as slickly and performed as facelessly as every other Everclear album, Drama Lodge's prominent employ of Hammond organ (and handful of wretched 'funky' tunes) imbibes it with the distinctly stinky feel of Lenny Kravitz, the Spin Doctors and other bad '70s throwbacks. Furthermore, this band's chord sequences have ever been simple and derivative, but now that most of them also lack emotional resonance, they're almost completely worthless. "The Drama King" and "Broken" motility me in that classic teary Everclear mode, and a few other songs have strong passages (for instance, "Your Arizona Room" is romantic equally all hell until the shitty chorus and bridge prove upward and ruin everything), but the bulk of the album is comprised of terrible Clearchannel modern rock garbage. Take you heard the new unmarried "Hater"? Great news! It sucks!
A few other minor points that must exist addressed:
- "Under The Western Stars" is Steppenwolf'south "The Pusher" with a happier song tune.
- "Hater" features the chord sequences from both "Blitzkrieg Bop" and "Just Like Heaven." So come on in, Ramones and Cure fans! This hit is tailor-made for YOU!
- "A Taste Of Hell" incorporates a sonar bloop every bit an integral part of its rhythm. For like 5 1/2 minutes. Really fucking loudly.
- "Portland Rain" utilizes not only the grotesque lyric "The merely place I wanna be/Is watching you on meridian of me," merely too the incomparably vomitous couplet "The only thing I wanna do/Is kiss you while I'm cumming deep inside you." Say, Fine art! That's ROMANTIC!!
- The record stinks.
To sum upwardly, I guess I don't mind generic chord sequences if they're emotionally affective/constructive and the singer guy seems sincere well-nigh his feelings. Just, unlike every other Everclear release to appointment, this i is low-cal on the sincerity and heavy on the throwaway novelty-funk and uncompelling smiling-grunge.
Either that or it just took me x years to realize that this band sucks absolute cock out of my ass, and I'g non even gay and so information technology has to suck some guy's dick correct out of his pants, into my unsuspecting rima oris, downwardly my throat, through my entire digestive system, and out my anus all without ripping it from the guy'due south body.
Feel gratuitous to apply that in your nuptials vows if y'all desire.
I was excited every bit a piece of shit when I heard that Everclear was releasing an all-covers album. "Yahoo!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait to hear Art Alexakis' inimitable accept on such alt-stone classics as Fuck...I'm Expressionless's "Spray Me With Fecal Thing," To Separate The Flesh From The Bones' "Drowned In Semen," and Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis' "Coitoexamen Sexologico A Una Obesa Bisexual Fornicando Con Una Lesbiana Anorexica. Ambas Con Vaginismo Orgasmico Clitorideo Y Dispareuniavasocongestion Placentera." The excitement congenital as I pondered, "Will Art treat us to a sparkling update of Facedowninshit'due south obscure anthology runway 'Fucked'? Or will he stick to mainstream radio fare similar Fuck...I'm Dead'south 'Infect Me With AIDS'?" Either way, I was assurance deep in excitement every bit I camped outside my local sporting goods store awaiting the arrival of The Vegas Years, a new release by Everclear.
Imagine my urine sample when the CD arrived and Everclear revealed themselves as the worst comprehend band in the history of the world. Whether regaling our ears with cutesy bullshit ("This Land Is Your Land," "Speed Racer," "Country Of The Lost"), terrible pop songs that should never have been written in the first identify (Hall & Oates' "Rich Girl," Yazoo's "Bad Connection") or jaw-droppingly misguided revisions of previously splendid compositions (Sparse Lizzy's "The Boys Are Back In Town," Tom Little's "American Girl," Neil Young'southward "Pocohontas"), Fine art and his ring(s) do everything in their power to make every song sound as sterile and lifeless as an Everclear original.
And yeah I know I gave them loftier grades - let me explicate. First of all, I haven't listened to Everclear in years; for all I know, I could absolutely LOATHE all those old albums at this point. Secondly, and more than importantly, the soulless over-processed product was never the appeal of the band for me in the starting time place; it was the melodies and, to a bottom extent, Art's honest lyrical approach. If annihilation, the melodies overcame the polished radio-grunge mix; they certainly weren't ENHANCED by it! Only what the ring has washed here is take a bunch of diverse melodic songs by a wide range of artists, completely ignore what made them not bad in the first place, and simply dumb-em-downwardly and slick-em-up into what I approximate they consider "the Everclear audio." And it'southward horrible. You've heard Neil Young's "Pocahontas," right? Imagine it as an Everclear song. Encounter how bad it is? There, now y'all don't have to buy the anthology.
As if the gross digitally pristine sound weren't enough reason to detest it, The Vegas Years also plods like insane, sucking all the energy out of songs that previously thrived on that very trait. "The Boys Are Back In Town," for instance, is performed as if the drummer has never heard the Sparse Lizzy version in his life. You know how the drumming in that song boisterously propels the song forrad by accenting and 'goosing' the guitar chords in each line? Well, nobody in Everclear does. They play it equally a straight, boring, midtempo iv/four. Might besides have used a drum car. Even worse, you know how Tom Picayune and his Heartbreakers highlight the exuberant tune of "American Daughter" by playing the whole thing at an excited speedy tempo that gets your foot tappin' and your head bouncin'? Everclear plays it at quarter-speed.
I'd beloved to blame this barbarism on Fine art replacing his unabridged band after Slow Motion Daydream, simply obviously The Vegas Years is simply partially a new recording; near of the songs were previously released as b-sides, bonus tracks and soundtrack submissions -- "American Girl" fifty-fifty pre-dates Sparkle And Fade! So shame on everybody who has ever been a fellow member of, or spoken to (or looked at), Everclear. Yous've ruined music for everybody.
Having said that, they nail exactly three songs -- The Get-Gos' "Our Lips Are Sealed," Cheap Trick's "Southern Girls" and Tommy Tutone's "867-5309 (Jenny)" -- unexpectedly providing them with all the verve and go-get-em spirit that the original artists suggested. They don't do quite as stellar a chore with Paul Revere & The Raiders' "Kicks," but come up on information technology'south a fuckin Paul Revere & The Raiders song. How often do yous get to hear somebody encompass ane of those? Likewise, be thankful - they could accept gone with "Indian Reservation."
Or Cher's "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves," which I heard for the first time just this morning. Information technology's really not bad, though it'd be meliorate with her vocalism all wiggling around like in that terrible "Believe" vocal. Couldn't she have jiggled her voicebox with her finger or something? Come on people in 1971, stop smoking the pot and requite it a little elbow grease.
- Reader Comments
- baton.barron@tx.rr.com
Being the total embrace junkie I am, I had to listen to this even though I hate Everclear and you lot gave it a bad review to boot. The only thing I disagree with in your review is that yous said that they nailed "Southern Girls". I recall they sucked the life of that song also. They did nail the Go-Gos and Jenny though. 2/10You said "worst cover band". I had to think hard on that. First, I was going to automatically eliminate amateurs who can't play any song decently although I found this two hilarious vids:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?five=TkTRV7vz06k&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/picket?v=GXvTFSwjNts&feature=user
Zip came to heed so I started googling and other people suggested Pat Boone "In a Mental Mood", Rush "Feedback", and Duran Duran "Thank You lot". All are much better than this pap.That leaves me with the song that draws bad encompass artists similar a moth to a flame. Yeah, I'thou talking about "Rocketman".
William Hung - he is beyond horrible, just makes me express mirth without fail, which is better than Everclear. I have an MP3 (sorry, can't discover an online version) of him and Ellen doing a duet of "Rocket Human being". She's the better vocalist but non much.
William Shatner - This is even funnier (watch the whole thing, it gets worse as information technology goes): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvQwXOCKNLY
So yes, Everclear, y'all are the Worst Cover Band.
- Bob Royale
I had completely and blissfully forgotten nearly these guys til taking a one-half-assed stroll through your GBV reviews as y'all've honestly turned me onto a couple of bands I ended up liking. Your review system is not inherently flawed, as information technology reviews the band against itself, so don't sweat that. On the field of study of Everclear...yeah, they sure did what they did and it was on the radio for awhile, the songs were never horrible merely never really creative or memorable either. The problem with this guy is that he tries SO hard to be a tragic creative person! I mean c'monday- life's not automatically easy. Lots of things are a complete hurting in the ass- MY BED IS UPSTAIRS IN MY Apartment Correct NOW! Many, MANY people go dealt a bum hand.Ya know, I like Aerosmith OK. I hate Monkey on My Back for the Verbal same reason I detest this band. People fuck up. Everyone fucks up. Life is not easy all of the time, but when you go selling your sad sack story to people over the chords to the biggest striking of the 90s inverted, don't go blaming me when I retrieve this band fucking sucks.
That said, Heroin Girl is a adept vocal even if I Really desire to hate it.
One sec.
(*jerks off all over God's face*)
Okay, what were nosotros talking most? Ah! Aye, the new Everclear album. You'd recall an album with just Ii NEW SONGS could at least earn a vii/10 on the strength of its onetime hits and classics, simply unfortunately the ring (or should that be "bland," har har!) chose to re-record simply their least offensive radio hits. And I know you're laughing and so hard that milk is shooting out your brain right now at the thought of Everclear recording annihilation that ISN'T inoffensive radio crap, just these guys used to play LOUD music! They had to, in order to rip off Nirvana. And with those super-loud distorted guitars, emotionally manipulative chord changes and lamentable lyrics, they very ofttimes managed to tap into an embarrassing part of my psyche that falls for shit like this. I have no trouble making fun of myself for enjoying the work of the original Everclear line-upwards (because it's all so OBVIOUS), but I'll be jigger padiggered if I can stop enjoying it.
Merely this anthology is a demonstration of exactly the side of the band that I never liked -- the cutesy side that plays "Smells Similar Teen Spirit" chords back to frontwards and renames it "Something For Everyone," the gentle side that rips off Bruce Springsteen/Patti Smith's "Fire" and renames it "Santa Monica," the strummy jangle side that doesn't even conceal its cliched chord changes by drenching them in fuzz and anger. I tin can't say I detest any of these songs (except the ever-loathsome "Santa Monica") considering I all the same have a soft spot for Art'south emotional hooks and distressing autobiography, but they are and so much weaker with no volume bankroll them upwards. Plus, free of loud/repose dynamics and '90s product tricks, every song sounds exactly the same!
Ane of the two new songs ("At The Finish Of The Twenty-four hour period") is actually quite good though, if you lot enjoy hearing about depressing divorces.
Remade within are iii So Much For The Afterglows, 2 each Sparkle And Fade and Songs From An American Movie Part One, 1 each World Of Dissonance and Songs From An American Movie Part Ii (the worst song on the album, of course), and not even the commencement affair at all from Deadening Motion Fantasize! It'south 4:00 AM now, so I should hitting some sacks. Only I'll go out you with a list of instructions for taking care of Henry The Dog should he e'er show upwardly outside your dwelling.
For diarrhea: If it�s balmy diarrhea, feed him one small container of cooled Chinese take-out white rice as one of his meals. Diarrhea should get ameliorate within 24 hours; if not, call the ASPCA hospital.
If he swallows a bone or other dangerous object: Give him a shot-glassful of hydrogen peroxide, repeat every 3 minutes until he vomits it upwardly OR pour a tablespoon of common salt on the back of his natural language, echo every 3 minutes until he vomits. If unsuccessful, take to hospital.
Food and Treats (And Leaving The Apartment Without Him!): Requite i ane/3 cups of nutrient in the forenoon and 1 1/iii cups in the evening. You tin can also give him maybe 10-15 treats throughout the class of the day. If you want to go somewhere without him, the best way to leave is to fill up his Kongs with treats (get in then he can become them out � not too tight!) and go out them out of view of the door. And so say �Bye Henry! I�ll be dorsum soon!� and clear out. He is allowed to accept rein over the whole house while you�re out. Just be sure there�southward nada lying effectually that he might chew on (socks, etc).
Rawhides: You can give him ONE (no more than one) rawhide os each twenty-four hours. They are in the white cabinet. The all-time time to give one to him is if yous are trying to eat and he�s bugging you. Please NOTE: For some strange reason, occasionally he won�t exist able to just sit and enjoy the rawhide unless he thinks that it�s valuable to us. If he just lets information technology sit there, looks at you and whines, then go �Oooo, I want that!� and pretend to be reaching for it. He will probably growl and immediately grab it in his mouth. Repeat equally needed until he finally just lies downwards and chews the damn thing.
Water: He drinks out of the downstairs toilet, so ALWAYS flush subsequently use and ALWAYS leave the lid up.
Bathroom: He�s used to going out in the morning, evening, and before bed (usually only poos in the morning and evening though). His bath command is, �Hurry Upward.� If there is an emergency, he is trained to go in the bathtub. This is a GOOD thing, and so if he goes in the bathtub, say �Skillful boy!,� give him a treat and simply launder information technology out with the shower.
Exercise: If possible, try to let him spend a couple of hours in the dog run every twenty-four hours. Any fourth dimension is fine. If there aren�t whatever dogs he wants to play with, in that location are usually lots of tennis balls in the run that you tin can kick then he�ll chase them and get exercised. He knows the phrase, �Henry! Wanna chase a ball?� and ordinarily gets really excited most it. But kick them difficult forth the ground (you don�t have to affect them with your mitt). He loves to wrestle with other dogs, sometimes roughly. He doesn�t usually get in fights, only keep an heart out just in case a dog attacks him or something. If you desire to exit the run and he doesn�t follow yous (might happen until he gets to know you), say �Adieu Henry!� and walk to the gate - see if that works.
Playing At Home: He likes attending. If he gets restless, he�ll kickoff whining for your attending. He has all kinds of toys y'all tin can use to wrestle with him (or you lot tin wrestle without a toy if you don�t mind him biting y'all!). Sometimes he just whines considering he feels lonely, and it�south enough just to pet him and call him a expert boy or permit him lie next to yous on the couch or something.
His Waking 60 minutes: He normally whines to be taken out at 7:00 AM. This is a good time to catch the morning dog run crowd. Or if you desire to go jogging in Central Park, y'all can take him along. But keep him on the leash at all times.
His Enemy: A large domestic dog that looks like a rug lives at the bookstore on Lexington between 90th and 91st (right effectually the corner). Henry is VERY afraid of this dog, and then agape that he will try to get out of his collar to get away from it. If you run into this domestic dog beingness walked exterior (it�s huge, looks like a carpeting, should be white only is never bathed and so it�s gross and brown, information technology�s proper noun is �Schmata� or something Yiddish similar that), please go a different direction. There�s too a big domestic dog that nosotros hate named Dudley (large white bull mastiff with leopard-looking spots), but Henry isn�t agape of it. Dudley attacks dogs, so that�s adept enough reason to keep Henry away from him! Neither of these dogs go to the dog run so you don�t accept to worry well-nigh them there.
On Walks: Please hold the ternion tightly because he darts for squirrels, birds, dogs� when yous least expect it, he�ll sprint. Might be a good thought to take some treats forth to go along his attention on you lot. If he somehow does get loose (Delight DON�T Permit THIS HAPPEN � HE DOESN�T UNDERSTAND THE DANGER AND COULD EASILY Become LOST OR HIT By A CAR), but if he somehow does for some reason and is going too fast to catch, shout �Goodbye, HENRY!� and walk in the contrary direction. Ordinarily he gets scared of being left lone and comes back.
Sleeping: He can sleep wherever he wants. Bed, couch, wherever.
Hide Your Valuables: If you lot leave any of your objects on the floor (even shoes, clothes, etc), he volition think that they�re fair game for him to play with or chew on. Use our cupboard and shelf infinite!
Barking: If he hears somebody in the building or sees someone suspicious on the street, he may start barking loudly and angrily. If he does this, just keep reassuring him, �Henry � information technology�s OK! Thank y'all! It�s ok!� and telephone call him back with a treat or whatever yous have to practise.
Oops! Actually, that was his old information -- earlier he developed Kidney Insufficiency. So ignore the previous diet information, and stick to this instead:
ALWAYS accept h2o bachelor. The absolute worst thing that can happen to a kidney-problem dog is dehydration; information technology could totally destroy his kidney. So leave the bath door and toilet open up at all times. And when y'all take him for a walk, take a canteen of water and Tupperware dish or Ziploc bag with y'all in case he gets thirsty. He may also try to pull y'all to the �Dog Bar� at the Barking Dog on 3rd Ave. if yous�re in that surface area.
No rawhides, basic, sus scrofa ears or annihilation similar that. Minimal treats. If you go to Petco, he�s allowed to eat a few treats from the Dog Care for Bar, and if you become to Furry Paws you can get him a small treat (like a Canis familiaris Slim Jim at the front counter), but aught more than than that per day.
Meals: 3 a mean solar day, consisting of:
� cup Kibble and 3-4 glops of Tripe or Innova Senior (both found in cans by the Kibble bag)
Medication: To be given twice a 24-hour interval (once with breakfast, one time with dinner):
- ane Amlodipine Besylate tablet (cover in tripe/Innova or he won�t swallow)
- 1 Glucosamine Chondroitin sheathing (cover in tribe/Innova or he won�t consume)
- i Fish Oil softgel (no need to cover � just drop on the kibble)
- � Milk Thistle capsule (just sprinkle the powder on his kibble)
Actually, you know what? If he shows up outside your dwelling house, simply call me at the telephone number on his tag and I'll come become him.
Also, I love this sentence in Wikipedia'south write-upward of In A Different Lite: "It is the band's first album with 429 records."
Say, that'southward a lot of records for a band with one album!
- Reader Comments
- Christian
"A big canis familiaris that looks like a carpeting..."It's a Komondor, a Hungarian herding dog. I think it well. Even years ago Henry and that canis familiaris already hated each other...but then Hungarians and Germans accept never gotten along.
If you've been reduced to issuing not one just ii CDs in a row featuring well-nigh nada but re-recordings of your old hits, yous're either a member of The Ventures or your career is in the toilet. And if that second CD happens to be on Cleopatra -- substantially the RC Cola of record labels (i.eastward. apartment, watered-down canis familiaris piss) -- and so I'm guessing information technology'southward the latter.
At present is not the time to discuss why I, to this day, enjoy every single release by the original Everclear line-up. I'yard leaning towards "somebody hypnotized me into hearing it wrong," but allow's move on. The important question here is 'Who on Earth did they think would pay actual coin for this shit?' First of all, Render to Santa Monica has twelve songs on it. Approximate how many of these were already re-recorded for In A Different Low-cal just two years earlier?
Give up?
V!!!! FIVE OF THESE TWELVE SONGS Accept NOW APPEARED IN Unlike Withal NEARLY IDENTICAL RECORDINGS ON THREE DIFFERENT EVERCLEAR CDS! And honestly, "Everything to Everyone," "Wonderful," "Santa Monica," "Begetter of Mine" and "I Will Buy You a New Life" were never the greatest songs to begin with -- who the hell wants to hear them 3 times? Are they merely trying to trick old people into thinking these CDs are greatest hits compilations? Because trust me, old people are much more likely to social club the CDs entitled Ten Years Gone: The Best of Everclear 1994-2004 and The All-time of Everclear than to fifty-fifty doubtable that these recent abortions are anything but lousy late-period studio releases similar Welcome to the Drama Club.
The only new songs hither are embrace tunes: a surprisingly faithful and enjoyable adaptation of Tom Picayune'southward "I Won't Back Downward," a dull ability pop comprehend of Death Cab for Cutie's already awful pussyass wimp vocal "I Will Follow Y'all Into the Nighttime," an atrociously lazy and tuneless version of The Constabulary'south "Every Breath You Take" and a staggeringly unfunny 'novelty' cover of Steve Miller'southward "The Joker" in which Art Alexakis tries to sound witty and charismatic, simply instead comes beyond every bit the biggest loser and dumbass in the globe of rock (besides Glenn Danzig).
Hither, I'll quote the entire song for you:
"Aye, it feels similar 1974 in here!
Is this on?
For some reason, people telephone call me the Infinite Cowboy
Some telephone call me a gangster - and they don't even know me!
Some people call me Maurice; I take no idea what that means. (EDITORS' Annotation: IT'S A REFERENCE TO STEVE MILLER'Southward EARLIER Song "ENTER MAURICE," JUST As THE 2 PREVIOUS LINES REFER TO EARLIER MILLER HITS "GANGSTER OF Love" AND "Space COWBOY." DUMBASS.) (Not THAT I'M Whatsoever LESS OF A DUMBASS FOR OWNING EVERY STEVE MILLER ALBUM. FORGET I BROUGHT Information technology Upwardly.)
And I've never spoke to the pompatus of honey, because that's not even a existent word!
They say I'chiliad doing you, which is cool. But so they say I'm doing you wrong, which ain't so cool.
And by the mode, who are "they" anyways? They are the people from loftier school that fabricated all of our lives miserable!
The football game players. The head of the cheerleaders is now 42 years old and she works at Hooter's!
Most probable to succeed? They were incorrect!
(CHORUS) (Thank GOD)
Look out -- aaaaaah.
You are the finest affair that I always did meet.
I gotta tell you, I love you and then much, I almost love yous more than I love food -- and I really beloved nutrient!
Check this out - when we're having sex sometimes, I can't even believe we're having sex! I feel like I'grand in a science fiction movie! I'm not saying we await like gillmen or annihilation. What I'm proverb is 'out of this globe'.
(CHORUS)
Y'all know what? I'1000 getting tired of people talking well-nigh me all the time.
Sometimes they say I'thousand too quondam, they say I'thou too weak.
I am a heart-aged man with bleached blonde hair, a lot of tattoos, one nipple piercing because the cat took out the other one.
I've got a baby, a kid in college, I've got bills, I've got all this stuff - what exercise people even care?
I like to eat, I like to have sexual practice and I like to hang out with my friends! Just like any guy! It'southward a good time!
You know what? You are the finest thing that I ever did see.
I actually want your peaches, and I don't even know what peaches are! (EDITOR: ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!)
The first time I heard this song in 1974, I was in sixth grade. I was rolling, hanging out with a girlfriend who was three years older than me. She had boobs the size of my head. Life was pretty good. I could go for a giant pastrami, and I could take sex. What more do you need!?
(CHORUS)
Can I have something to consume?"
Then go alee and buy it. NO. GO AHEAD. DON'T LET ME TALK You lot OUT OF YOUR OVERPOWERING DESIRE TO PURCHASE THIS CD RIGHT NOW.
- Reader Comments
- Billy Barron
We'll go with the "hypnotized" answer every bit to why you lot bask them. They accept the worst singer on the planet. I wanted to see if the re-recordings improved things as these awful songs are e'er on the radio. I didn't think it was possible but these new recordings suck at least 25% more than the originals. " Their version of "I Won't Back Downward" is even worse than their re-recorded originals. I'll put my vote for "The Joker" as the worst song of 2011 - I didn't know it was possible to make Steve Miller'due south songs fifty-fifty worse, just Everclear found a way . The only matter that saves this train wreck for 0/10 is the rhythm work on "Everything To Everyone" is notwithstanding pretty expert. one/x - Adam Naworal
All I accept to say most this is Cleopatra really did a good job on the contempo Brainticket box set. Other than that, eh to that label and bad sign for Everclear that they're apparently on it at present.
Buy your Everclear CDs HERE! (not the new one though - it'south terrible)
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