Die Nickleback scum!!!
I tend to avoid immoderate language on this blog, but I cannot believe that Nickleback's unspeakably vile 'Rock Star' has become so ubiquitous. The song is a celebration of the most venal, unpleasant aspects of rock stardom under a gossamer-thin veneer of irony. It's everything that is bloated, obsecene and dumb about North American rock culture. It's the final triumph of a rearguard action by a rock mainstream that never could adapt to grung's vulnerability but cherry-picked some of it's signifiers of 'authenticity' in order to make its cynicism appear heartfelt. It's metal's world-conquering pretentions without metal's sense of the fantastic.
I hated Nickleback before 'Rock Star' but now I earnestly wish for Ch*ck Kr*ger's slow and painful death.
Now, to make this vileness even more putrid, UK furniture chain DFS has used 'Rock Star' in an advert. Cudos to Vice magazine for articulating what any sane person should feel about this:
Hey Middle England! Congrats for winning the crappiest demographic in the world award. You've succeeded in inspiring the most abhorrent advert the world has ever seen. To appeal to your cringingly lame-ass tastes, DFS chose the vilest North American song in recent memory, assembled a cast of cunts and got them to perform some vomit-inducing choreography. I've had to quit watching TV in fear of glimpsing a second of this audio-visual excrement.

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