I first heard Knights of Cydonia several years ago as part of that Guitar Hero thing and thought, hey this is a somewhat fun and cheesy song. I looked up a couple of their other songs and they bored the tears right out of me. Tears just up and left. "Fuck no, we're not sticking around for this contrived pretentious bullshit," cried the tears, they themselves being robbed of their ocular secretions by the shear boredom induced in the moment.
I find that I have created a mental bell curve for judging bands based on how well their pants fit. Either end of the spectrum is instant hate. Like, I didn't even listen to The Horrors, but I already hate them.
If you can't remove your pants in less than five seconds, they don't fit you.
You know, I have no idea, I've never seen any of The Horrors remove their pants. I bet they don't even remove them in the conventional way either; they've probably got zips we're not seeing. I mean, that has to be the case, no mortal could fit in those otherwise.
I feel the urge to search for a band that is an exception to your rule. One day... one day.
Those pants are skin tight. I can tell just by looking that getting them on and off is an event.
I have the audacity to wear relaxed fit pants in 2012 (so uncool!), which is good because they don't cost $250 a pair and I don't have to pay someone to put them in a rock tumbler and cut holes in the knees like an asshole.
In all seriousness I am quick to judge bands that are too interested in their appearance, but not interested enough to have outlandish costumes.
Somewhat relatedly, I own a "distressed" shirt that I have had for so long it has real cracks and fake cracks on the printing. Am I double hip?!?
Last edited by Superfrequency; 01-11-2012 at 03:18 PM.