Terminator 2 was merely ok, and I didn’t even bother watching Terminator 3; however I must say I am pretty excited about Terminator Salvation.  Maybe because its a Post Apocalypse thing instead of a time travel movie, or because it has Christian Bale.  Whatever the reason, I am pumped to see it, and even more so after seeing this new preview.

When did “innovation” in music surpass quality?  And since when was “innovation” playing with electronics and feedback?  I know I sound like an old man, but I remember back when musicians actually played instruments.  (Funny story, actually.  I remember seeing The Hunger, a local “industrial” Houston band, back in 1995 or 1996, and in the middle of their set, their CD or whatever they were using as a “backing track” started skipping… the whole band collapsed almost instantly.  Laughter ensued, as none of the musicians were doing anything, much like a Milli Vanilli concert.  Not to worry, though, like all crappy bands, they redeemed themselves with an obnoxious cover.  “Feel Like Making Love”.  If memory serves me correctly.  Strange that they laughed at the skipping and not the cover.)

If I hear another frigging band that wants to be Radiohead bore me to death with 5 minutes of doodling on synths, I swear to Jeebus I’m gonna scream.

“Post-rock” isn’t a genre.  It’s shorthand for “my band sucks”.

This is the greatest argument against record labels I’ve ever seen.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I’m not a Ben Lee hater.  I actually quite liked his last album (though his albums always seem to be very hit or miss).  But having heard this song, I am amazed.

He was able to walk into a record label, pop this song on, and not have the record exec reach across the table and punch him after 20 seconds?  This is quite possibly the worst song ever written.  I’m sorry, I don’t want to hear about your politics, even if they happen to coincide somewhat with my own.  I’d like to hear you play a song.

So why would the execs grin and feel stiff at this?  Buttons and t-shirts.  Marketing.  Whoop.  Well, done, Ben.  A “serious” song about pop music that you can then use to whore yourself out.  If you’re dizzy, it’s excusable.

Anyway, in much the same way that whoever approved that Wolverine inflatable should be promoted, whoever ok’d this as a single should be fired.  This is awful.

So awful.  I will share.