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That's from last year. This year's eligible entry was his Taylor Swift covers album.

I loved the album, but it's not for everyone. The "tries to come across as smarter than he is" vibe that rides overt cynicism can really turn a lot of people off (again, coming from a fan).

I'm going with either the Father John Misty (great album, buoyed by Bored in the USA) or Jesse Malin's "New York Before the War" (not to be confused with the other album he released this year, which is good too, but not album of the year worthy).

Didn't Cecily try to cover for him by saying the character was weeping?

It seemed too Kristen Wiig.

And Smash Mouth (which fits with nothing).

I didn't recognize the name.

I saw their Detroit show back in September and Chester was pretty much doing a bad Scott Weiland impersonation the whole time. It was like watching a tribute band rather than some known people trying to do their own thing.

They named a new singer the same day they announced Bennington was out. Probably to put a pre emptive strike on any Weiland reunion rumors.

It was only a few months ago they dismissed him practically begging for another reunion.

The problem was that most the times the Stones tried to embrace a different style, it was just a hollow attempt by Jagger to chase whatever was popular, rather than a natural progression or love for that type of music. That they could successfully pull off faux disco is the surprising part really.

I don't understand a world where Dave Navarro's Twitter needs to be fact checked.

Chicago (until he was a teenager or somewhere near it).

Vedder seems to be doing pretty well at fifty.

One of those that's not really surprising but still unfortunate. Caught a couple of his Wildabouts shows and there was still some talent there (certainly better than anything Stone Temple Pilots were still doing).

I never found what was supposed to be sexy about any of this,

Heartless Bastards.

Barbie? So fucking what?

Nothing is more Christmas than a junkie Cosmonaut.

I stood next to Craig Finn at a concert one time this past summer. He didn't applaud once.