Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

It may be news to you, but there's a British band out there called The Wedding Present that has been playing music since 1984. But their extreme longevity and subsequent lack of fame shouldn't be the only things to convince you that they suck.

Before I went to their show I had hope. A friend played one of their songs on the CD player and I was looking forward to it. But into their third song, I realized I was watching a fifth rate Morrissey prance around on stage with silly hand gestures and contrived lyrics. Don't get me wrong; I love the Smiths and Morrissey. With flamboyant lyrics like, "I wear black on the outside cuz black is how I am on the inside", Morrissey is so over-the-top that you know he ain't faking it. But TWP are just boring, mediocre pansy-rockers who've been sluffing out songs for way too long. Boring lyrics. Boring melodies. Boring chords. Boring riffs. Enough said.

My friend Tom put it best when we left the Black Cat: "I need to listen to some Motorhead RIGHT NOW or my genitals are not going to drop back into place any time soon."