September 5, 2007

It’s a beautiful thing when the bold and frankly pig-headed decision to completely refuse any band your approval or fandom works out so perfectly that your assumptions pan out to be somewhat of a sublime prediction.

A while ago I had assumed, based simply on their penchant for makeup and generally placing way too much emphasis on their appearance (note to ugly dudes, the eyeliner isn’t helping), that Aiden were crap. A while later while doing nothing in particular, a horrid beast of a song on the radio stopped me in my tracks and all but had me rocking to and fro in the foetal position for all its gratuitous despair, only to be woken from frothing at the mouth/speaking in foreign tongue when the presenter clarified that the creator of the track was indeed Aiden. It was a beautiful moment.


On the other hand, this weekend proved that moments wherein your snotty assumptions are proved very much wrong are equally as prevalent. I desperately wanted to believe that The Used were total rubbish. Mostly because Bert McCrackhead appears to be a complete dick and his sense of self-importance completely overwhelmed his last Taste Of Chaos performance to the point where I stormed off in a sulk when he had the audacity to (attempt to) cover New Noise in his trademark whiney twang.

But when Box Of Sharp Objects stormed onto my shuffle playlist on the weekend I nudged the volume that bit louder. And new track Paralyzed…well, it’s kinda good. Not like revolutionary-good, but it’s catchy and…ah fuck it, I like The Used. Public stoning will take place at a date and venue to be confirmed.