And we are meant to be excited by such. By the Foo Fighters. The fighters of Foo. No, really.
Look, Dave Grohl has enough grandfathered indie cred that he could play on a Justin Bieber record and still be cool. And as long as he whips out those drumsticks whenever Josh Homme demands it of him, he can do whatever the hell else he wants to pay the bills. And hell, the're one or two Foo songs I like. "Monkey Wrench" comes to mind.
But I'm never going to be excited by a Foo Fighters record. The Foo Fighters were the methadone we all needed to get over Nirvana's downfall. That's all. Sorry.
Then again, that little tease they link does sound pretty good.
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