It is not quite five in the morning as I write this, so I hope you’ll forgive a second post bashing Nickleback. I need something to brighten this bleak hour.
The album Dark Horse was reviewed in Eye Weekly by Dave Morris, and he put into words that unpleasant feeling the band gives me:
we all have a cousin or a high-school friend who basically is Chad Kroeger, a borderline-dangerous neanderthal whose ultimate fantasy is a stripper with a heart of gold who wouldn’t mind bailing him out of the drunk tank.
This demographic made up a disturbing proportion of my highschool’s population.