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Hell, they're still no ABBA.

they aren't my Abba either.

"It's okay, my Brown Hole Son."

Some very cool riffs on the first two albums. But then Sinead O'Cunter would start singing and ruin the whole thing.

I think I have Siamese Dream at home. Under a 2-inch layer of dust.

dontfeartheringo wrote:

tmidgett wrote:

Colonel Panic wrote:About 6 months ago I found a stick of weed while looking through some old boxes. I didn't expect it to be any good after how ever many years old it was, but I smoked some anyway and got really high.

As I was sorting through boxes, I could hear the faint strains of music coming from a car outside, parked about halfway down the block. I could just barely make out a rhythm and one or two notes of the bass line, so my stoned brain started filling in a funky weird melody and a progression of fucked-up, dissonant chords. What I was hearing inside my head was so incredible, I just had to know the name of that song so I could listen to it later and maybe recreate this amazing music.

Suddenly, the car started moving up the block toward my house and as it passed by my window, I could clearly make out the familiar sound of "All Night Long" by Lionel Ritchie.

Great story. I have a few like that.

And that's what's RIGHT with drugs.

I guess...yeah. That's what is wrong with drugs, and that's what is right with drugs.

Of course.

I received SP's first single, "Tristessa," as part of Sub Pop's single-of-the-month club. I thought it was pretty good. When Gish came out, a friend dubbed me a copy.

I listened to it exactly one time, on a late-night drive from Seattle to Bellingham. The damn thing nearly put me to sleep. I'm not being facetious here: it literally nearly caused me to doze off at the wheel. I had to stop at some small-ish town en route and buy a chocolate bar to muster up enough energy to finish the drive without killing myself.

That was pretty much the point at which I realized that SP sucked balls. And the more I heard later, the more I hated them.

And (early) Soundgarden rules. In fact, I think I'll take off my shirt as a sign of solidarity with early Soundgarden.

Pumpkins do, in fact, suck. Not just because the music is rote and overproduced and faux-dramatic, but especially because Corgan is such a munch.

I have an easy solution: HUM.

Yes, Hum. Sonic similarities but better vox and no outsized personalities to detract from the big-ass riffage.

Neither band sets sophisticated listeners' (yeah, I said it!) hair on fire but Hum at least goes down easily.

That's an excellent point, jurgis. I should restock Hum. Hadn't thought about them in a long time.

Ty Webb wrote:That's an excellent point, jurgis. I should restock Hum. Hadn't thought about them in a long time.

Thanks. The one sore point for me being that Cadillac uses 'Stars' in a commercial, but that's still nothing compared to Pumpkins-level craposity.

matthias beebe wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:I will never for the life of me understand a male who likes the Smashing Pumpkins.
It's fucking girl music. Seriously. It's music for girls having a rough time with their period.
If you like them, do it in private. Don't make everyone else sick. It's fucked up and creepy.
You wanna put things in your butt when you get home from work? That's totally fine, just don't talk about it at the dinner table, you know?
Nobody wants to hear about it.

I don't mean to be rude, but you're coming across like you have a really tiny dick.

I didn't know one's ability to take pleasure in the fucking hideous overwrought paper thin horseshit plopped out by the little bald douchebag and his drones was the measure of a man's girth. That's fine, though.
If I can make just one person sit and go 'you know what, he's right. This 'music' is fucking stupid...what am I doing? What, am I a 15 year old suburban white girl with self esteem issues?' it is well worth it.

I am sorry but some things are just not for grown ups or males. The Smashing Pumkins are one of those things. Listening to the Smashing Pumpkins is the musical equivalent of playing with barbie dolls or walking around the house dressed like a baby with a diaper and rattle.

Fine if you wanna do it, just don't expect those of us not interested in such things to understand or just be cool about it when you start trying to sell us on it. It's fucking weird and creepy for a grown man to be doing these things. Everyone knows it, YOU must know it.

This is music for children. Little self centered stupid suburban children.

Have some fucking self respect. Seriously.

Listening to the Smashing Pumpkins is the musical equivalent of playing with barbie dolls or walking around the house dressed like a baby with a diaper and rattle.

YOU PROMISED NOT TO TELL!