Monday, January 16, 2017

La La Land: A Movie for People who Love Movies


(Haven't blogged in a long ass time. Hope this is like riding a bike.)

I'm about to saying something incredibly pretentious and douchey, but bare with me, cuz it needs to be said. I apologize about this ahead of time. Now let's roll.

There are two kinds of movie fans: those who love movies and those who love THE movies. Folks in the first camp enjoy the spectacle of superhero daring do, melodramatic love stories or fiery action shootouts. They love the escapism and the storytelling Far less common are those who love everything about the movies: their history, the personalities behind them and the technical processes that allow movies to be put together. It's to this second group of people that I say: Get your asses to see La La Land as soon as humanly possible.

La La Land is a throwback to the musicals produced during the 1950s. It's romantic, colorful and just a wee bit campy. It features complex song-and-dance numbers captured in sweeping long takes. The way the camera moves makes it another character in the movie.

The story is pretty simple: Sebastian (Ryan Gosling) keeps crossing paths with Mia (Emma Stone), and before too long, romance blossoms between the two of them. They chase their dreams, life takes its twists and turns and we get carried along for the ride.

Gosling and Stone are fun to watch together, and they play appealing characters that would probably be fun to hang out with and talk to. You can't help but pull for Sebastian and Mia.Gosling and Stone acquit themselves pretty well in their singing and dancing, and Gosling actually plays the hell out of the piano. I could watch these characters all day long.

Director Damien Chazelle captures the story in sweep camera moves and brightly-colored compositions and his script drips with love of music and love for his characters. What Mia and  Sebastian want and why they do what they do completely makes sense. The dialogue is witty, wry and provokes easy laughter. There's a scene where Sebastian plays in a cover band that made my side ache from laughing. And I was happy about it, too.

My favorite thing about La La Land is the way it played my emotions. I laughed. I smiled. I swooned, cuz Stone has the biggest, bluest eyes ever. And that Ryan Gosling... he's a dreamy dreamboat, too. I don't want to spoiler everything, so consider this a spoiler warning: but La La Land has my favorite kind of end. It's not overly happy, but it is bittersweet and hopeful.

So much of what I loved about La La Land came out of my love of movies. The way this flick hearkens back to musicals past, like Singing in the Rain. The virtuoso long takes, and paying special attention to the shots to see where Chazelle could have hidden cuts. The bright color palette that sticks out like sore thumb next to the cool monochromatic color schemes of today's big budget tentpole flicks. If stuff like this gets you excited, you'd probably love La La Land, too.

You don't have to be super into film history or movie making techniques to get something out of La La Land. You can enjoy the music and the love story. You can enjoy watching Stone and Gosling bounce off one another. You can chuckle along and be completely content. But if you love the history and the whys and hows of film making, you owe it to yourself to see this movie ASAP!

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Guns n' Bullshit

I have to get this off my chest, and because I think people on both sides of this issue are a bunch of buffoons, I don't really care if I piss anyone off. If I do offend you, please feel free to unfriend me. (Also, I use a lot of bad words in this rant. You've been warned.)

Ahem...

Guns are waaaaaaaaaaay too easy to get in this country. And the fact is that there are some people who shouldn't have access to firearms. Like myself, for example. I have serious depression and anxiety issues, and I should not be allowed to own a gun. I mean, I would never willfully purchase a firearm in the first place, but because I'm so fucked in the head, I probably shouldn't have one.

That said, because guns are regulated so loosely, it would be easier for me to get an assault rifle than it is for me to squeeze into my pants in the morning. Now, suppose I get a gun, have a really bad day, fucking snap, and go shoot up a school, or a mall, or a fucking Burger King. How do you react?

I can hazard a guess. The fucking gun control advocates will start demanding that all guns everywhere be confiscated so that innocent people will stop dying. The fucking gun rights douche bags will start spouting bullshit rhetoric like "guns don't decide to kill people" or "the only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun". Wayne LaPierre would probably fly in to give a speech involving prying his gun outta his cold, dead hand, probably just so he could keep receiving kickbacks from weapons manufacturers. And the real fucking problem would get lost in a fog.

Easy access to guns is at least part of the reason Orlando happened. That Mateen cock bag who shot up Pulse did so with a gun he legally purchased a week before his shooting spree. He got a gun in spite of the fact that he had been questioned by the FBI multiple fucking times about his ties to radical Islam. That isn't on ISIS. That shit's on us.

I don't see why it's such a fucking travesty to make guns harder to get. Make people who want a gun take safety training. Make em take a psych evaluation. Make it so it takes weeks to get a gun. It would definitely be an inconvenience for responsible gun owners wanting to purchase a new weapon. But it’s a lot more inconvenient being dead.

This makes a lot of sense to me, but I’m like 99.9% certain that nothing will change. The ignorance and stupidity of people on both sides of the issue is fucking staggering. Just getting a few realization into these people’s tiny little brains would be a great first step.

First off, gun control people need to take a lesson from history. Alcohol was prohibited, but that didn’t work out too well. And penalizing millions of responsible gun owners for the actions of a few just creates more issues. (I don't see having to wait to pass a psych test to be a penalty. Just delayed gratification.)

And the gun rights ass hats have to get it through their thick-ass redneck skulls that their personal rights to firearms in fact DO NOT trump the rights of others to, you know, not get shot. They also need to realize that when the Constitution was written, there was no way the Founding Fathers could have fathomed the destructive power that some of today’s firearms possessed. Maybe the 2nd Amendment is a little out of date.

Mostly, though, I just want to see people on both sides pull their heads out of their asses and sit down together for a thoughtful, respectful discussion on how we fix the gun violence problem in America. The old “good guy with a gun stops bad guy with a gun” logic is flawed. By the time the bad guy has his guns, it’s way too fucking late. We need to find a way to either get to the bad guys before they get guns or keep them from getting guns at all.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

May The Ghost of Harold Ramis Grant A You Slow, Painful Death


Ok Rant time. (Bad words will follow. Read at your own risk.)
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that, unless my editor puts a gun to my head and demands that I review it, I'll be skipping the Ghostbusters remake.
Yeah, I know. My refusal to see this movie means that I'm a misogynist asshole who can't stand the thought of four women replacing the males leads in a movie that's meant to replace a movie I've loved since I was a kid. I know. I'm just another angry, spoiled, overly-opinionated white man. You fuckers at Sony keep telling yourselves that.
Truth is, I might be a misogynist. That would explain why I'm still single. But I don't really have a problem with re-doing Ghostbusters with four female leads as long as it's done right. I truly believe cinema is in dire need of more strong female characters. Hollywood needs more woman directors and writers telling good female-centric stories. I had movie role models like Han Solo (R.I.P.) and Alex Rogan from The Last Starfighter growing up. I don't understand why girls can't have the same type of strong characters to look up to.
What I have a problem with and what Hollywood doesn't need is an ill-conceived, poorly-executed remake that would be shitty no matter what gender the leads are. That shit needs to stop.


But what I have a problem with most is how GB 2016's director Paul Feig, studio big wig Amy Pascale, and the rest of the Sony douche crew have treated the original movie and its creators. It's clear Feig is clueless what made the original movie so great, since he's letting his actors play stupid stereotypes instead of actually acting. I mean, when the fuck is Melissa McCarthy gonna learn how to play any characters other than herself. That shit is old.
And Leslie Jones gets stuck with the "street-smart black person" cliche. How the hell can Feig go around calling others misogynist assholes when he won't even let the black woman in his movie be a scientist? How is that not a racial stereotype, Feig? It turns out you're as big an asshole as the rest of us.
Feig is oblivious to what made Ghostbusters a great movie because he's obsessed with watching the ladies develop ghostbusting tech (snore...) and he apparently thinks all the ghost in the movie need to look like rejected Scooby-Doo villains.
And Pascale obviously doesn't respect or give a shit about the original film, or she wouldn't have shit on Ivan Reitman as hard as she has. Reitman, who directed the original two films, was effectively frozen out of the new film to the point that his producer credit is essentially marquee only. If she cared about Ghostbusters as anything other than a financial asset, she wouldn't have turned it over to Feig after she heard his lame-ass pitch. If she respected Ghostbusters, she wouldn't ever have considered suing Bill Murray to squeeze a cameo out of him.


What the fuck, Amy? You don't get to threaten Bill Fucking Murray with litigation because you can't figure out any other way to sell your piece of shit movie. And you know it's shit, or you would be treating Bill Fucking Murray like an indentured servant. You know if you can't lure crowds with cameos from the original cast, your movie is gonna flop harder than Reggie Miller versus the Knicks. You know you're fucked. Proper fucked.
Wait. What if Harold Ramis died as a "fuck you" to Pascale...
So, that's it. I don't want to see Ghostbusters 2016 because I don't want to support assholes that would treat the creators of an absolute classic like feces-filled diapers. Fuck you, Paul Feig. Fuck you, Amy Pascale. Fuck you, Sony. You can call me a misogynist. You can call me a whiny, hate-filled white man. Considering the tirades Feig has been on since the first Ghostbusters trailer came out, your insults mean almost nothing. Feig is every bit as much of a whiny, hate-filled white man as I am. 
And one last thought: If you want to avoid this kind of backlash that comes when fans of a property feel you're disrespecting something they love like a member of their own family, maybe you should look at hiring people who actually have some fucking love for the source material. It's a thought...

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Lightning Round Record Reviews, vol. 1

So, I've picked up quite a bit of new music lately. I'm so far behind that I decided to do a round of quick-hitter reviews to catch up. I hope to do more long-form reviews down the line. Each of these records deserves that treatment. And I may do more Lightning Rounds as I pick up new records. Not just brand new records, just new to me. We'll see how this goes...

Baroness - Purple


I tried Baroness out a few years ago when they had just release their Red record and just couldn't get into it. Boy was I a fucking dummy. Baroness is arguably the best stoner throwback metal/prog rock bands going right now. Purple proves that point.

Purple is a portent mix of passion and energy, guts and talent, texture and brute power. From bludgeoning riff rockers like "Morningstar" and "Chlorine and Wine" to poppier numbers like "Shock Me", Baroness pours every ounce of energy and passion they have into their songs. And the closer, "If I Have to Wake Up (Would You Stop the Rain)" is just majestic. For inspired music that fills your ears with a terrifically varied soundscape and that burrows into your bones, you'd be hard=pressed to do better. 

RATING: A

BEST SONGS: "Morningstar", "Shock Me", "If I Have to Wake Up (Would You Stop the Rain)"

Megadeth - Dystopia

I wasn't keen about the prospects of a new Megadeth platter after the last one, Super Collider. Perhaps that's because Super Collider was a steaming heap of pig shit. Then half the band walked away and formed the pretty damn awesome Act of Defiance. But Dave Mustaine shrugged off those losses and recruited a new drummer (Chris Adler) and lead axeman (Kiko Loureiro). The resulting record, Dystopia, is a giant bounce back from Pooper- I mean Super Collider.

Dystopia finds Mustaine still piss off about war and politics, but his voice isn't as strong or menacing as it once was and his lyrics are more infantile than they should be. Dystopia is saved by the performances. Mustaine still has it as a guitarist, meaning an avalanche of killer riffing. Loureiro shreds with fury and grace, and he pushes Mustaines solos to new heights. Adler is the best drummer Megadeth has had since Nick Menza, and maybe ever. And bassist David Ellefson is the secret weapon, holding down the bottom end with skill and tasty bass licks. 

RATING: B-

BEST SONGS: "The Threat is Real", "Fatal Illusion", "Conquer or Die" 

Anthrax - For All Kings


Who thought Anthrax was still capable of being this good? 

So, Anthrax's last record wasn't horrible, but it got way to close to Halestorm and Nickleback-style FM radio rock at time for comfort. And this is Antrax we're talking about. They're on of the Big fucking Four thrash bands. Not some pussy-ass modern rock outfit. Thankfully, the band pulls out of that nose dive and gives as For All Kings.

For All Kings finds Anthrax switching out lead guitarists, bringing in Shadows Fall axeman Jon Donais. Donais gives the band a firm kick in the ass, help sharpen the edges of the band's sound and bringing much-needed energy. The foundation of this band is still the trio of riffer Scott Ian, bassist Frank Bello, and drummer Charlie Benante, and they mare sure the song sound like Anthrax, but Donais makes them a leaner, meaner band. And singer Joe Belladonna hasn't sounded this good in years.

I may sound a little crazy for saying this, but For All Kings not only smokes anything Anthrax has done since Persistence of Time, but it also smokes anything any of the other members of the Big Four have put out since the early 1990s. Believe it.

RATING: A

BEST SONGS: "You Gotta Believe", "Breathing Lightning", "Evil Twin", "Defend/Avenge"

Killswitch Engage - Incarnate


Jesse Leach's second record since returning to Killswitch is a moody, varied affair. It's pretty clear that Leach is a lot more comfortable with his bandmates than he was on Disarm the Descent, and he owns this whole record. From his passionate delivery on "Alone I Stand" to his more melodic moments like "Until the Day", Leach is magnificent. 

Leach's bandmates don't let him down. Adam D and Joel Stroetzel crank the riff machine up to 13 and dish out tasty fury like like McDonald's slings shitty burgers. Meanwhile, Mike D and Justin Foley keep the bottom end rumbly and tight. The bottom line is this: As Daylight Dies is my favorite Killswitch record and always will be. But Incarnate isn't far behind.

RATING: A

BEST SONGS: "Hate by Design", "Strength of the Mind", "Until the Day", "Ascension"

Babymetal - Metal Resistance


Metal Resistance is a more mature record than its predecessor. Producer Kobametal and the songwriters have taken a big swing at being taken more seriously as a metal band. As a result, the band freewheels through more metal styles than before, and there's less youthful exuberance in the music. But that's okay.  Bands that don't grow musically become boring. Fast.

And while Metal Resistance may not be the sugar rush that the last record was, there's still plenty to enjoy. From the hard-grooving "Karate" to the rampaging "GJ!", Babymetal keeps things interesting. This is one record that never gets boring. I could do without the power ballads, and all the EDM flourishes seem out of place on an album that wants to be taken seriously by the metal community. Still, this is a fun listen and I'm already looking forward to where Babymetal's gonna go next.

RATING: B+

BEST SONGS: "Karate", "Mata Taro", "GJ!"

Amon Amarth - Jomsviking


Amon Amarth's past couple records, while far from bad, have felt a little too samey and safe. This is one of the best fucking bands on the planet, and you expect them to be nothing less than stellar. Thankfully, the band decided to tell a narrative story on their latest record, and they find what's been missing on recent records.

Jomsviking tells a tale of unrequited love, but there's still plenty of the bad ass lyrical imagery and references to Norse mythology that makes Amon Amarth Amon Amarth. Soncially, the band has slowed things down a tad to facilitate the story telling, but they've lost none of their brutality. And when the break into a gallop, it's devastating. Then there's "A Dream That Cannont Be", which features vocals from the legendary Doro Pesch. In a word, magnificent! Amon Amarth takes a chance by giving us a concept album, but, goddammit, they hit it out of the park.

RATING: A

BEST SONGS: "Wanderer", "On a Sea of Blood", "At Dawn's First Light", "The Way of Vikings", "A Dream that Cannot Be"

Weezer - The White Album


Weezer was nearly dead, at least as far as most fans were concerned, when something strange happened. They released Everything Will Be Alright in the End and, suddenly, they had new life. They were still capable of producing some pretty awesome rock music. Their latest record, The White Album, continues their comeback with a platter full of sunny, fun power pop tunes.

Despite its title, The White Album has a lot more to do with the Beach Boys than the Beatles. Weezer set out to create a collection of cheery, breezy songs about summer fun, and for the most part, they succeeded. Songs like "Wind in our Sail" and "(Girl We Got a) Good Thing" are insanely catchy songs that just begged to be sung along with. It's not a perfect record. The moody "Do You Wanna Get High" seems out of place among the rest of the happy pop rockers on this record, and I can't stand "Thank God for Girls". Still, with choruses like "Summer Elaine and Drunk Dory", The White Album is infectious fun that begs to be the soundtrack to your summer road trip.

RATING: B

BEST SONGS: "Wind in our Sail", (Girl We Got a) Good Thing", "King of the World", "Endless Bummer"

Thursday, April 7, 2016

How To Fix The D.C. Movie Universe


Unless you've been out in the back country hunting Bigfoot or something, you know that the latest movie offering from D.C. Comics, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, blasted into theaters last month. The response has been less than jubilant. The movie certainly has its defenders. I myself thought BvS was worth seeing just because Ben Affleck made for a pretty kick-ass Batman. But, good Lord, this movie pissed a lot of people off.

 The prevailing opinion seems to be the BvS is too dark and humorless to be much fun. It also suffers from a jumbled, incoherent storyline and a truly horrific portrayal of main Superman baddie Lex Luthor. The film opened huge, but has been in box office free fall ever since. The drop-off has been so extreme that a lot of people are calling the flick a flop.

Ok, hold it right there, Spinach Chin. As far as I know, BvS is currently $300 million in the black, so I wouldn't call it a flop. But I can see the point. A movie featuring three of the most well-known and beloved characters in the whole of pop culture ought to be doing "Avatar" or "The Force Awakens" numbers.

Warner Brothers execs are so worried about the drop-off the they've rearranged their D.C. Comics movie schedule to get a solo Batman flick on the fast track, since they can't seem to make a decent D.C. universe movie that doesn't star Batman. And additional scenes are being shot to inject some humor and lightness into the forthcoming Suicide Squad, since all the funny scenes in the movie have been featured in the trailers and the rest of the movie is a bum out.

Clearly, the future of the D.C. Movie Universe (or whatever the hell you call it) is suddenly in doubt and needs to be fixed. Luckily for the morons at Warner Brothers and D.C., I have a few suggestions.

Ahem...


  • SHAKE UP THE CREATIVE TEAM - David Goyer has been involved with D.C.'s movies since Batman Begins and Dawn of Justice is the third time Zack Snyder's sat in the director's chair of a D.C. Comics movie. I know Snyder's already signed on for two future Justice League movies, and he is truly a talented visual stylist, but he doesn't always tell cohesive stories and he rarely is able to elevate mediocre material. And his films are ALWAYS dark. Watch Sucker Punch if you don't believe me. As for Goyer, he's apparently not coming back for Justice League, which is good since he's a hack who got lucky that he worked with Christopher Nolan on the Dark Knight movies. But yeah. A change in writer and director could be what D.C. movies need.
  • STOP GIVING US SHITTY VILLAINS - Nolan got the bad guys right in his Bat Trilogy, but the baddies in the Man of Steel movies have been far less than awesome. Michael Shannon is a terrific actor, but his performance as Zod was comically over the top. Remember his "I WILL FIND HIM" tirade? I don't think I should've been laughing at that. As for Jesse Eisenberg's Lex Luther, that was a fucking dumpster fire. Couldn't Snyder or SOMEBODY told Homeboy to dial it back a bit? And Doomsday, the Space Troll? Let's not go there. So, D.C., please stop ruining your bad guys by turning them into over-acted cartoon characters.
  • FIGURE OUT WHAT MAKES YOUR CHARACTERS COOL - If there's one thing that everyone making Marvel movies seems to get, it's what makes their characters so beloved. They start with that and build their movies from there. D.C. seems so obsessed with setting their movies apart from the MCU and making up for the "sillyness" present in the comics, that they bypass what makes their characters so beloved. We love Superman because he's better than we could ever be, because he knows who he is and the difference between right and wrong. Seeing Supes as a gloomy, conflicted Pearl Jam fan is just wrong. To borrow  better line than I could ever come up with, I don't want to see sweat stains under Superman's arms. I want to see him fly.
  • FINALLY, STOP TAKING YOURSELVES SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY - Comics fans want to see their favorite characters treated with respect and taken seriously, but D.C. seems to think that means injecting their movies with all the inner turmoil of a fucking Ingmar Bergman film. And that can work for Batman, but it doesn't work so well for Superman. Superman is a bright, shining figure of all that's good, and he should be portrayed that way. And if they can't figure out how to loosen up and have some fun, Justice League is gonna suck. So, take the sticks out of your asses and have a few laughs, D.C.
Of course, D.C. isn't gonna listen to some guy from the middle of nowhere who doesn't even own a single Batman action figure. But, as a movie fan, I want to see the D.C. movies succeed. And I think maybe some of changes could really help. Lighten up a bit, and I think you'll be laughing your way to box office history.


When Fatty's Blog Emerges From The Rebirth Chamber...

Changes. Changes are coming. First, the backstory...

Once, there was a time where I blogged consistently. Like two or three times a day sometimes. My paced slowed but I still tried to consistently blog, just in case people missed me.

Then, I got a job where I write a weekly entertainment column and review movies for an online news outlet. Suddenly, I had an outlet for any commentary I had on nerdy stuff. The blog fell out of use.

But life has kind of a dickish sense of humor, and while my column is supposed be nerdy, my editor has instructed me to stay away from subjects that might be too niche-y. Which makes very little sense to me since, to me, "nerd" and "niche-stuff-lover" are basically interchangeable terms. But, I guess that's the price you pay for writing for an news outlet whose readership is predominantly 25-34 year-old mothers.

But I still want to talk about stuff that's super nerdy. Also, I get sick of having to watch my language. Sometimes, using cuss words is the best way to express what you want to say. I felt kinda stuck until I remembered "Duh, I still have my blog."

So, here's what's gonna happen. Stranded in Hickville is going to become my outlet, where I go to talk out stuff 24-35 year-old moms don't care about. And I'm no longer going to censor myself. If I wanna use profanity, I'm gonna use profanity.

Content-wise, I'm still gonna blog about movies, music, sci-fi, and life in general. This is where I'll go to get shit off my chest. I'll probably even post about politics, but a little. But, apart from that, I'll still yap about the same shit I love to yap about.

So, yeah. Stranded in Hickville is being resurrected after a long damn period of inactivity. Fasten your seatbelts. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Yours truly,

Fatty Thrashbrowns

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Fatty's Vault of Shame, Pt. 1

(For the most part, my taste in music and movies kinda runs in the "kiss my ass if you don't like it" range.  But there are a few purchases I've made over the years that I'm legitimately ashamed of making.  So join me as I open up... FATTY'S VAULT OF SHAME!!!)

The late 1990s were not a good time for me and my metal fandom.  Grunge had come and, for the most part, gone.  There was little good metal this side of the Atlantic, and I had yet to get turned onto the Scandinavian metal scene.  For heavy, guitar-based music, it looked like I was stuck with what MTV was telling me was good, and at that point, what was good was nu metal.

Now, nu metal isn't really metal.  Slipknot was kinda metal, and they got to be much more metal as time went on.  But Korn?  Staind? They were loud.  They were heavy.  But they weren't metal.  Not according to my understanding of metal, anyway.  But that's what was there for me, so I tried to get into it the best that I could.

One of those late 90s nu metal bands that got FRAKKING HUGE was Limp Bizkit.  They strayed closer to rap than metal, but they still had big riffs and sounded pissed.  I decided to pick up their record Significant Other, and for a while, it was good.

Unfortunately, it didn't take a terribly long time to figure out the truth about Limp Bizkit.  And that truth was this: they were a pretty good band fronted by a no-talent, loud-mouthed crybaby who thought he could rap. Seriously, listen to the tracks backing up Fred Durst.  Guitarist Wes Borland riffed hard, creating some memorable and catchy shards of guitar work.  Bassist Sam Rivers crafted some pretty fine bass lines, with his highlight being the fluttery gem that serves as the foundation for the song "Rearranged".  Drummer John Otto could bash the hell outta the kit or lay down more subtle rhythms.  All in all, Limp Bizkit had a nice, loud, clean, and hard-hitting sound.

The problem was Durst.  The dude was nothing more than your average angry former frat boy with a chip on his shoulder.  He brags about how awesome he is.  He extols his homies to "GET THE F*CK UP".  He whines about the chick that cheated on him then announces that he was just with her for sex.  He bitches about everybody borrowing money from him.  This dude has more problems than a college algebra text book.

What this means is that the best songs on Significant Other of the quieter numbers, like the previously mentioned "Rearranged".  It bobs along on Rivers' awesome bassline and atop a bouncy drumbeat courtesy of Otto.  Borland supplies texture with his clean guitar lines.  But best of all, Durst is neither whining about people or swaggering around like God's Gift to Humanity.  He can't sing for shit, but at least you don't to wrap a fireplace poker over his head.

"No Sex" is even more surprising, especially considering how much boasting Durst has spent the record doing about his ability to get laid.  On "No Sex", he actually regrets sleeping with a woman.  Or maybe he just regrets how easy it was.  Whatever his reasoning, it's a little refreshing to hear a rock vocalist lamenting giving into his libido.  Although his slut-shaming is a little off-putting.

Those two highlights aside, Significant Other is pretty damn dismal.  But dismal isn't shameful, so why did I throw it into the Vault of Shame?  Because I'm embarrassed that I spent any time thinking this CD was a substitute for real metal.  It's embarrassing to get that far off course.  When I first heard bands like In Flames, At the Gates, and Amon Amarth, I was immediately booted back to reality.  These bands played REAL METAL, not hip-hop polluted crap that really only served as a vehicle for one spoiled little bitch to vent about how horrible his life is.  But I did like Limp Bizkit for a while, and for that, I am completely ashamed.