Sorry.

My guess is that Scandinavians were involved in one of those names.

This list is a good example of the comments section being better than the actual column. The assertion that fucking Justin Timberlake made a great album is, ahem, arguable. Same goes for Bowie's crap album, and god-damned Coldplay. What the fuck. However, the commenters' links to truly hideous album covers are great.

Or my parents' house.

If it says "Canadian Whiskey" on the bottle, you are probably sitting in the rear of a Greyhound bus.

Now, if only the same were true of hairy backs.

Shame has its place.

Grey Man, if this were a bar I would buy you a beer.

…right before shopping online for some nice purses and UGG boots, to bring to his Cougar ladyfriend that he met at this great website that does not steal your identity.

Is there anything on there for Cougar lovers?

Drinking Jameson with ginger ale is like the hipster version of good old redneck Jack and Cokes, or Beam and Cokes. So fucking good.

Boobs? I've never made it past her lips!

Nice column on another (to me) obscure guy. The only thing better than drinking is drinking while listening to songs about drinking.

"Be True to Your School" was the song that made me realize that I intensely disliked the Beach Boys. You might as well write an alleged rock and roll song called "The Policeman is Your Friend," or "Your Parents are Right About Your Long Shaggy Hair."

Palmer's book Deep Blues is great. It puts early blues greats like Charlie Patton, and of course Robert Johnson, in historical perspective, and analyzes the music in an intelligent but not overly pretentious way. It's also based on real research, interviews with people who were there. My favorite quote begins…

I thought Fargo Rock City, although containing some entertaining observations on 80's glam metal, was pretty disposable. The lazy, tossed-off quality of the writing made it difficult to finish. And it contained some pretty unsupportable observations on music generally, even for a rock memoir written by a non-musician.…

Ham passion aside, I don't think a sack of lentils would have been as funny.

Early 90s were pretty damn good, too. It was hard to keep up with all the great comic books then. "Oh, ho hum, another issue of Hate is out already." Now it's like a fucking desert even in a store piled high with titles. Fucking manga. Fucking superheroes. Fucking autobiographical snoozes.

When I look at those disorienting cuts in the Bourne movies, I think, God, these actors are such shitty stage-fighters that they have to cover up their crappy fighting with all these shitty disorienting short cuts.

Man, this AV Club is really getting to be like an, um, a.v. club or something.