Yep, I have a rant coming, re: the whole bro country thing. Doesn’t bother me much … USUALLY. Not really my circus, definitely not my monkeys, I’ve found some of it more entertaining that some previous country trends (the “generic young female” era pretty much killed country for me for example). That the drummer from My Darkest Days is part of this, well, that bothers me.
I started laughing within the first minute as we opened with lyrics like “with the beer in the back & the girls in the front, put on a little Skynyrd … ” but once we got to “it’s Friday nite, let’s get lit, ’cause round here last call don’t mean … shhhhhh ” I realized that the ssssssssshark may have indeed been jumped.
That last bit? It’s actually cute the way they deliver it but at this point even I’ve had enough I think … and I don’t really ever hear any of this stuff on purpose, only in passing or by accident. Those of you who try to listen to country on a daily basis, honestly, I don’t know how you haven’t gone postal.
The production is fine, the sound is fine (if you don’t mind some auto-tuning), I suspect all these guys are considerably talented, probably a great bunch of super nice fellas … but the words sound like the came out of some sort of lyric generator software. Just as Steve Goodman may have captured “the perfect country and western song” once upon a time, I think perhaps we’ve just found “the most generic bro country song”. Mission accomplished, now let’s move on.
I understand the need to make a living, I don’t begrudge anyone for doing so legally. But the madness has to stop somewhere.
So with that in mind … Matt Walst, get your ass back to My Darkest Days and stop making so-so records with Three Days Grace. The latest 3DG record is okay, has some pretty good moments I guess but pretty much anyone could step in & make records that aren’t particularly memorable, and that’s what you’re part of now. That’ll fix the part of this that set me off in the first place.
Next? Country labels, find a new gimmick, you’ve beaten this one to death. Stop signing every generic band that sounds like every other generic band. Rock radio, get the hell off the bandwagon before you pull a muscle trying to hop on board, you’re embarrassing yourself.
This isn’t Bret Michaels latest single (“Girls On Bars”) bad … but this is ultimately part of why that tragedy exists in the first place.
Oh, in case you’re wondering, here’s what provoked all this in the first place.