Linkin Park is shit. I'm sorry, but that's how it is. I am fully prepared for the inevitable tides of hate mail from prepubescent girls and boys with voices so high-pitched that only dogs and bats can hear them. It's bound to happen, and I'm ready for it. But before you clutter my inbox--or, more mercifully, my junkmail--with your un-spellchecked, grammatically incorrect, practical incoherencies filled with too many capitals and not enough punctuation, at least give me a chance to defend my position. Who knows, maybe I'll sway a few of you to my side.
First off: How much fucking teenage angst can one whiny band have gone through? Seriously, it's ridiculous. I'm fairly sure they've exhausted every noteworthy form of sorrow that they could ever possibly be excused for singing about. And then they've sung about it again. If Linkin Park does manage to drop another album--knock on wood--I have no idea what emotionally-crippling event they'll sing about. The sorrow that accompanies the cancellation of their favourite Saturday-morning cartoons, maybe. Or perhaps their Xbox 360 has the dreaded Red Ring of Death?
Second: Why the bloody fuck does it all sound the same? Does anyone have an answer? Is there a formula for song-writing out there that Linkin Park is too lazy to break away from? I think this College Humour video just about sums up all my salient points: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1765596
Is my CD on repeat? Well, I'm not stupid or rich enough to waste my money on a Linkin Park CD, but I imagine that, were there a Linkin Park CD playing right now, no, no I would NOT be able to tell.
Well, work time. I look forward to wading through your hate mail when I return.
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