There are some who are worried about the state of rock today, pointing out that the biggest bands are, well, kind of dull, faceless, and generally uninspiring.
Imagine Dragons got ripped a new one by Washington Post music critic Chris Richards. This is pretty vicious.
As our fellow citizens of dystopia walk these cold 21st-century streets with tiny speakers plugged into their head-holes, we can only wonder: What are they listening to? Probably some podcast. Or maybe the situation is even worse. Maybe they’re trying to block out the sound of Imagine Dragons.
Has humanity ever listened to so much music against its volition?…as you may have heard, rock-and-roll can never die — not as long as America’s power people remain convinced that we still need this stuff to fill our Transformers movies and our telecasts, like they did on Monday night when Imagine Dragons headlined the halftime show at the national college football championship in Santa Clara, Calif.
For 10 difficult minutes, the band played almost all of the songs you forgot you had ever forgotten. Roughly seven minutes into the show, Lil Wayne teleported in from a Parliament-Funkadelic concert circa 1977, then disappeared again. Even less explicable: a careening falsetto oooh-oooh solo from lead singer Dan Reynolds during “Thunder” — which felt audacious until you remembered that this is how drunk people sing the guitar solo at karaoke. How can this band be this famous?
Whoa. And it gets rougher. Continue reading.
And we’re not done. Gary Hold from Exodus and Slayer has something to say, too.