Hall of Douchebags is chock full of hapless high school Joshes and
Jeremys with delusions of MTV stardom swimming in their faux-hawked
heads. These pallid, doughy consumers can be forgiven their hubris
simply because everyone under the age of twenty-five is an
idiot. Only an idiot would wear women’s pants. That’s
the state of things in the Aughts: Jeremy and Josh are so muddled
by punk-rock T-Mobile ads and text-messaged come-ons from wooden
manne-cunts like Paris Hilton and that chick, Ashton, from “That
70s Show” that they’ve lost all sense of decorum and
prudence. They wear women’s pants, nail polish, lip gloss
and make out with each other in a vain effort to get the attention
of girls who are too jacked up on Red Bull, getting their clits
pierced, flashing their tits and making out with each other to notice
Jeremy and Josh in the first place. The boys are forced to resort
to Extreem Measures® From Right Guard and faux-mosex each other
just to get a rise of the jaded, spray-tanned tramps on whom they
have old-fashioned crushes.
Hope I die before I get old…
What if Josh and Jeremy had been born in a simpler
time? A time when things had knobs and a high-school dude could
turn a chick’s head with a Fogelberg tune strummed softly
on an Ovation? Surely without today’s relentless 24-hour,
hyper-sexual marketing din, Josh and Jeremy might have a chance
to be normal, right? They’d have a chance, like so many other
pot-smoking dullards in the late 70s, to knock up their girlfriends,
marry them, get a soul-crushing job at a manufacturing concern and
relive the glory days via Bob Seger on the weekends.
What a drag it is, getting old…
But what if that wasn’t enough? What if they
were surrounded by fat, goateed steakheads at work who drunkenly
told them they “kicked ass” at guitar or were “awesome”
doing karaoke “Night Moves” at the office Christmas
party? What if they were so convinced of their unrecognized talent
that they made it their life’s mission to be the first person
in the history of recorded music to get a record deal at the age
of 45? What if they lied about their ages, shaved their balding
pates and got giant tribal tattoos on their chests? What if their
mental checklist for achieving rock and roll superstardom at the
age of 45 looked something like this…
1. Play the local chicken-wing joint on Saturdays
And what if they lost all capability to maintain rational thought
in pursuit of the most public spectacle of a mid-life crisis imaginable?
Hometown: Columbus, OH
Genre: Classic Rock
starts us off, saying
is enough rawktastic "Footage" to cobble a RRCTV after
school special on that site. Although I have yet to FQ,S [Fucking
Quit, Seriously - rrc]......THAT guy is a rarity that makes me
want to punch myself in the face until he does. I don't think he
even FS,S [Fucking Start, Seriously - rrc] until he was over
30. Starting douchebaggery at an early age is excusable.......but
aspiring to it? He is the Golden Child of Douche Bags. Harsh tatties
guy named n8ro suddenly appeared to say
dont know what was worse in the video "Rest": the craptastic
"effects" thrown in at random, the kitchenette in the
background, or the "singer" pretending not to look at
the camera as it pans past his fat mug.
- Jesus H. Christ. Give it up.
the sound of the one song on their website, these guys aspire to
the greatness that is Nickelback or Creed. They may be well on their
way to achieving that exalted goal. That is if God himself borgs
down to LA to magically turn Chad Kroeger old, bald, fat, poor,
and tuneless. Then maybe MindFlavor will approach Nickelback's lofty
* 18 Pack Genessee Cream Ale
* 4 Buckets (2 extra crispy, 1 original, 1 barbeque)
* Unlimited Phone Access (someone has to keep track of those grandkids)
* 3 XL System-Loc Back Braces (for liftin weights, not for hernia,
If I have learned anything in my life, it is that the calibre of
a band can be measured by the comments in their online guestbook.
Cain from Columbus wrote: I
saw you guys at whisky dicks wow, you guys are awesome, if your
not on a record lable you should be, I see lots of band in columbus
and most of them #@*%! no talent, Cant wait to see you guys again
This guy has a masterful control of the English language.
B) He hangs out at a bar called "Whiskey Dicks".
C) He is knowledgeable about the Columbus, Ohio music scene.
the support of such luminaries as this, I'm surprised that MindFlavoR
(nice D&D reference by the way, you clever little wizards you)
isn't headlining Ozzfest or the Emergenza Festival.
STUD from PARTS UNKNOWN wrote: Do
the looks of some of these steakheads, they've probably done their
fair share of "riding" in many of Ohio's wonderful state
from australia wrote: i just found some of your music on the internet,
you guys "Kick #@*%!". i would rather buy your music than
find it on the internet. how do i buy one of your cd's? i am on
the other side of the world. if ever you come down under you guys
can stay with me as long as u like. "Rock On"
like "simo" here are why the douchebag population is flourishing
all over the world. It's bad enough that you lend credence to these
poor saps delusions of RAWK stardom, but you also offered them a
place to stay? For shame, Simo, for shame. Ah well, what can you
expect from someone who hails from a former penal colony.
from brighton wrote: MAN
I LUV YOUR HOW U REMIND ME SONG ITS AWSOME DO SUM MORE NICKELBACK
one pretty much says it all, doesn't it?
I'm at a loss to find the appropriate
words to describe this band. The sum of this bands parts cannot
be filtered down to one key label. Let's just call them Pathetically
Generic Unimaginative LOLtastically Unoriginal Disposal Hybrid-Of-Everything-Boring-About-Music
Middle Age Rock. Don't look for this category at your record store.
This brand of musical belching can only be found in one place -
piled in the singer's closet.
videos deserve special note. Not only do you get a camcorder recording
of the band performing "Rest" in their apartment, but
you also are treated to paragraph after paragraph on exact production
techniques that were used to create their magnum opus. With attention
to detail like this, one can only assume the kitchen cabinets in
the background are a subtle reference to some artsy concept I could
also nice to know that the band realizes that their legions of fans...HA
I almost said that with a straight face...can't wait for new material,
so the band is nice enough to provide sound files of jams and partial
songs recorded on a ghetto blaster without vocals or other instruments.
It cannot be stressed enough; many internet research studies have
concluded that poor quality incomplete songs performed by half-cocked
half-drunk half-assed half-retarded half-wits is an untapped marketing
goldmine. After all, you can't just find fat old dumbasses jamming
with no direction or song structure anywhere, right?
hard rockin' sports bar band tears up the scene. while the site
itself is reasonable enough (pics, music, info, etc) it really brings
the suck with great efficiency. a quality you just don't find with
"boring" a flavor?
The production notes for "REST" are deceptive. At first
blush, it seems like an apology for shaky camera work and inexperience
with video effects. But, if you read it really closely, the lead
singer is actually asking you to pat him on his enormous fleshy
skull for his latent cinematic genius and juggling skills. Do us
all a favor; take it as an apology and then don't accept it. Otherwise,
you'll only encourage them.
itself isn't that bad if you like click-track percussion and Poison's
leftover power-ballad riffs.
guys are fucking horrendo. "Denver" sounds like someone
slipped him a glass of Colon-blo between sets and he's trying desperately
to prevent his bowels from evacuating all over the floor of the
Sliderz Bar and Grill.
journal entry from Denver:
"Today we recorded 10 songs...we were gonna only do 4, but
Shawn managed to get such a shitty drum sound so quickly that we
blasted right through them sum' bitches. Shawn also said that I
have a heart of purest gold and that my musical vision will spiritually
heal all who listen. Needless to say, he got pretty excited, and
promptly creamed his shorts. Later on, I exerted my autocratic rule
upon my bandmates, quashing their ideas and inviduality. I truly
am the son of heaven! Our next gig will be this coming Tuesday at
the song Tall is teh Tale about the masturbatory fantasies of this
band and their imagined worship by the burgeoning Columbus music
scene. Fuck Ohio and fuck these assholes. Fucking, kill yourselves,
tiptoes around the subject
I made it through about half the first verse of the first song I
pulled up before I decided that this band is a turd in the rough.
With a little care and polishing they could aspire to be a waste
about these songs screams...nay it mumbles sadly, "No Imagination
or ear for tone."
guitar sounds are some of the worst I've heard (even on a local
band demo level), and nothing at all about this band "Rocks".
just going to have to ask one more time.
"How the Fucking Bloody Hell do you release recordings that
clearly feature timing and pitch issues that are that fucking glaring
?" I am not a perfect player or singer, but given the opportunity
to just punch in the right line with the right notes is what the
studio recording process is about, right ? HOW MUCH DENIAL CAN A
MAN LIVE IN ? That shit just sucks ass. Rotten rashy monky ass.
as a sidenote to the band if they find this thread. "It's clueless
idiots like you that exemplify everything that this institution
of internet ridicule stands against. I just wish there were words
do describe my absolute loathing for your efforts and meager accomplishments."
Appendage schools the kiddies
"I am so into myself that I have no peripheral vision"
"I mask my incompetent lyrics with my heinous singing voice"
"I document EVERY sub-par thought I have ever had about my
music on the off-chance someone else will read it and
think that I rock"
These are just a few of the "mind flavors"
I sampled on your hideous website.
to every song for as long as I could bear it. They were unengaging,
and they really do all sound the same.
It was nice of you to run through the entire gamut of sucky Pinnacle
Studio filters. There are reasons you never see them used in 'Real
Music Videos'. Like mindflavor's music, they are trite, overused,
and ANYBODY can do what you do to get the same effect. The
"live" video was spectacular. The sports bar you were
playing in obviously booked you as an afterthought. They did not
bother to turn off the huge video screen behind you, which was showing
content that (gasp) HAD NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH YOUR SELF-CENTERED
Unless, of course, golf has everything to do with
the deranged dream you follow.
denver, that dream you follow is a huge jalapeno scar on the buttcrack
of creativity. Get it treated. The reason you are the only one who
believes in this dream is that you suck the sucking suck. Your self-delusion
has bloated to starrian (That's Jason Starr) proportions. You are
not a visionary. You are a pipe dream with a web site.
I dosed myself up good with Dramamine, and watched the video for
"Rest." To break with convention, I will keep the review
It is one of the twenty best videos I have seen shot in somebody's
2. Just set it to video of a woman skipping in a field in slo-mo,
cut in shots of horseback riding and tennis, and Shazam! Instant
3. The comments on the message board about the videos are quite
positive. He has really impressed the other members of his band
that post there.
give up. Bad sound, bad video, obnoxious overuse of cheezy (with
a "z") video effects. The $4000 on the V-Drums would have
been better spent on lessons.
ends the proceedings again by saying
don't know, guys...I think they're pretty good. I'd like to join