February 4, 2009

As if my inability to string two words together last week wasn’t a shit enough start to the year (apologies, ed for my total cocknballs submission), last week 2009 progressed into even rockier territory.
First of all, where does one begin when analysing the Triple J Hottest 100? As the day progressed my friends and I seemed to work our way through the five stages of grief. Denial, as Metallica’s only single polled at a measly #88.
Then anger, as Faker somehow managed to squawk their way into another countdown. Bargaining as we desperately brainstormed ways in which Kings Of Leon might not take out the top position.
Depression as indie wank and skip hop battled their way through the top ten and finally acceptance as Kings Of Leon took out #3 and #1.

Shittest. Hottest. 100. Ever.

The once distinct border between profitable, overexposed commercial radio fodder and Triple J was very much blurred. Wasn’t Triple J supposed to provide alternative (in the literal sense of the word) music to the masses? Hand in hand with the disappointment of the Hottest 100 came a rather drab Big Day Out where The Living End seemed to embody decayed feel of the festival nicely, as they appeared worn and bored despite excited hyperbole and claims that this was truly “THE BEST BIG DAY OUT EVER!”. Wallowing in self pity and our own rancid sweat, friends and I couldn’t help but reminisce about the good old days.

In 1997 Blur, Blink 182, Radiohead, and Marilyn Manson were rockin’ the main stage and the top ten with Superjesus, KoRn, Green Day, Tool, Faith No More, Metallica, Everclear and Bloodhound Gang following closely behind. Kids today…