You can tell just by his voice and how triumphantly he’s delivering the lyrics that he thinks he’s being so brave, but it’s like, “No. It’s 2014 and you’re a white dude with a Hitler-youth haircut.”
Next she’s like, “We’re fine with this, we didn’t come from money.” She’s from New Zealand. Some town called Takapuna.
Wayne’s World is awesome, but the song is the worst moment in the movie. If anything could ruin Wayne’s World—obviously nothing can—but if anything could, that did, by far.
The first few times that I heard it back when I was a teenager, I thought it was a clever cover. I kind of appreciated it. I think with time, and how the song has kind of become elevated to this “holy song” status that now, it actually bothers me a lot more than it used to.
Well, it’s an Old West attitude about a guy riding a motorcycle.
The lyrics irritate me, that f***ing jangly riff in the beginning of it makes me insane, and the sad French circus breakdown is f***ing pompous. I think there’s an intellectual reason to hate this song and there’s a visceral reason to hate this song, and I firmly hate it for both reasons.
You need a lot of acreage to handle all of these presents and maintenance of animals and stuff like that.
It’s a weird college-rock song with some rap in it, and it doesn’t even qualify as music. It’s sort of like a big joke, so that’s why I picked it.
There’s a whole part of the song with multilayered harmonies that really feels a lot like Queen, which is of course very theatrical. I don’t know. I guess I only love it when Freddie Mercury does it.
It always felt to me like that band was a prime example of wolf in sheep’s clothing—or sheep in wolf’s clothing is maybe more appropriate. They were sort of capitalizing on that grunge, alternative-rock boom, but they were an adult-contemporary band. Even the guitars on the songs are not like anything anyone would ever confuse as menacing.
It’s just sh*tty, whitewashed, watered down, bullsh*t, talentless music and they’re superstar famous. They appeal to the lowest common denominator of the masses. It’s just bad. There’s nothing arty or creative about it at all. It’s formulaic, dumbed-down rock.
I counted and he says “maybe” 13 times in the song, which is super f***ing tedious and also immature.
He’s horrible. He’s awful. He’s ugly. And, for some reason, this underage chick wants to get in his car with him. Something seems altogether unwholesome about it.
If I’m really sick and I’m in bed just feeling terrible, that part of his song is always with me. “She wants to party, ooh. She wants to get down, ooh.” It’s looping in my head.
I think most of his big songs are sometimes pretty catchy, but [this song] is so distinctly awful and shamelessly derivative. Even the riff and talking parts are from “Are You Experienced?” Ugh. It’s a CD that you’d get with your couch at Pottery Barn. It’s horrible.
The melody is pure sweetness, there’s no contrasting emotion to make it convincingly human, and the overriding sensation I have listening to that song is that of being patronized by adults as a child.
Maybe I’m just jealous of the guy because he gets to float around in that balloon at all of these glamorous rock festivals that I don’t get invited to. But something in the sound of the record and in the way he sings it and in his voice, I’ll fly across the room, or if I’m in the car, I’ll poke randomly at the radio just so I can make it stop.
I dislike hearing about teenagers’ romances, because I think they’re dumb and shallow and are, essentially, meaningless. It’s like, “Well, get a little bit of experience and then complain about real pain.” And then, also, there’s the chance that the song is about John Mayer, so then I have to think about two things that I hate.
Well, first of all, it’s not a song. It’s a horrible little Broadway musical tucked into six minutes. Everything I hate about Broadway musicals is jammed right into it. It’s like you had to sit through all of Rock Of Ages while you were listening to one horrible seven-minute song.
It could be three verses and it could be two to three minutes, and I could get the whole song. It doesn’t need to be seven minutes. It’s not some epic tale of American life. It’s just a sh*tty song that they made extra long so that you just never stop hearing it.
It took five people to write that song?! Oh my God, that makes me hate it even more! What’s the first thing she says? I’m sure I won’t get it exactly right, but “Have you ever felt like a plastic bag blowing in the wind?” Is that close to what she says?
You remember the video where they’re all in the car and it’s all their stupid thoughts? First of all, that’s the saddest traffic jam I’ve ever seen. Why is everyone in the traffic jam sad? Why isn’t there one person who’s like, “Hey, it’s a pretty good day!” That’s very inaccurate. And at the end, the implication is that they all get out of their cars. First of all, the message is terrible; just walk away from your problems?
“Let’s Be Retarded?” “Let’s Get Retarded?” “We Be Retarded?” Whatever they wanna call it is their problem. But it’s got no place at the Super Bowl.
Yeah, it’s actually a masterpiece in some ways, because it’s so simple, yet even kind of more than catchy. Like I said, it’s like the swine flu or something. Through music, you get the swine flu.
I don’t know a lot about music, but the tune is terrible. If you just heard the instrumental version, you’d want to kill yourself. And when you hear the words, the lyrics are brutal, and the way he sings them. If you watch the video, look at the band while they’re playing the song. They have the look on their faces that everyone has when they listen to the song, of just pure unadulterated boredom and annoyance.
I’m not completely naïve, and I understand that infidelity can happen or one-night stands or flings or whatever; that’s not unnatural. But the attitude, from the get-go, that if you can’t be with the person that you care about the most and that you love, you should go ahead and f*** whoever is there is completely repugnant.
That’s the song that broke whatever social restraint Stephan Jenkins had. That tune pumped up his ego with so much helium and put the band on the map. It was their flag. It also crossed genres in a really irritating way because there’s a little bit of content in it, in that it’s supposedly about crystal meth—in quotations, “crystal meth.”
We had a birthday party over at my parents’ house, and my son had his iPad and there were a bunch of other kids his age and they were all in the kids’ room singing that song. At the moment where that point came up, a group maybe 10 kids, ages 5 to 10, all stopped and said, “Pissssssss.” It was horrible.
It’s as bad as music gets. The pinnacle of the whole thing is when she does this powerful “Revolution!” What the f*** does this have to do with revolution? Wow, powerful stuff, a**hole!
I might be out at a club, and someone might play a Smiths song. I don’t have to run out with my fingers in my ears, but I’m certainly not thrilled to be having to listen to it.
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