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Dr Yakub would make a great adversary for Kevin Smith/Hooper X's "White-Hatin' Coon". Does he still milk all that expanded universe bullshit for all it's worth?

I also dated a Nu-Metaller, and while I couldn't get past my hatred of those two bands I found a lot to like about both Deftonecs and System Of A Down. I think they were angst-ridden about the same 'issues' as Korn and Limp Bizkit but it was a little more evocative and the lyrics were far less offensive.

I think there was some good stuff happening on the fringes: for example 'Deserter's Songs' by Mercury Rev and 'Moon Safari' by Air, both of which spawned a few minor hits (at least here in the UK). And I remember thinking 'Hello Nasty' was a pretty great record.

They are different kinds of dicks. Courtney is desperate to be seen as a misunderstood artist and get into fights with even record companies and video directors even though his work is a gentle and fairly accessible pastiche of rock history that sounded like advert music long before it ever appeared on a commercial.

The weird thing about Dig! is it makes the BJM look like an such an incredible band, when in fact even they're best albums are still pretty average, a few good songs notwithstanding.

Yeah I'm imagining Thom Yorke's face contorted by laughter as he watches Phil Selway and Colin Greenwood batting a colourful beach ball back and forth, while Johnny Greenwood strums along to James Taylor in the bank of a Volkswagen camper van. That shit would be like L'age d'or, only sexier.

I think if Warrant and WASP were struggling to sell records in 1991 it might have had something to do with them being fucking terrible as much as it was down to people being presented with an alternative.

I'd love to attend Hollywood Upstairs Medical College but they don't appear to have a website.

Heh heh, with the gumdrop house on lollipop lane

No matter what you achieve the goddamn Simpsons always got there first.

I'm enjoying the superfluous "The". It's like when you're parents pretend to like your favourite band for the sake of affinity:

Marge…
…you're my wife and I love you very much. But you're living in a world of make-believe. With flowers and bells and leprechauns, and magic frogs with funny little hats.