By BNL, I Mean, Of Course, The Barenaked Ladies. Don't Get Me Wrong, I Will Listen To Select Tracks Here N' There To Chill To, But Nothing Disturbs Me More Than When A Band Loses Their Oomph. I Blame Alanis. Plain N' Simple-That's The Truth-Irony Is Lost On Me Alanis Morrisette. See, She Was Edgy. She Was Hip To The Wrist. Talk To The Hand Attidudette. But Then She Released "So-Called Chaos", Which, Don't Be Mistaken, Had Its Ingenuity. However, Was A Pretty Chill CD Compared To What We Were Used To From The Spunk-Chic. N', Of Course, Ms. Morrisette N' The BNL Are Comrades, Friendly Peers In Their Dominance Of Hip Adult Contemporary. Which Led To The Belief That They Could Reprise Their "Maroon" Album With A CD That Would Match "Maroon"'s Integrity N' Passion. Which They Failed At By Releasing "Barenaked For The Holidays". The. Absolute. Worst. Attempt. At. Concept. Carols. This Surpasses Jim Carrey's Numb Performance Singing "You're A Mean One" In "The Grinch". So They Take From Their Ol' Buddy, Buddy Pal Alanis, N' BOOM There Ya Have It, Folks, The Crapshoots Have Begun, I Repeat, The Crapshoots Have Begun.
What Happened To My BNL? What Happened To My Morrisette? Well, We Know What Happened To Her. Love. BNL? They're Just Following Suit Because "It's All Been Done"...
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