We don’t believe in bad karma (though we do believe in the voodoo that you do), but maybe we should have written so much about bands we wish would not reunite. It was announced today that, five years after his band’s ascendancy into the great beyond, Jesus wannabe flowing-maned baritone-belter Scott Stapp has resurrected the almighty Creed. After the jump, three reminders of why this news isn’t at all awesome. (Feel free to add your own!)
3. The band’s God-awful grandstanding.
2. The music’s God-awful grandstanding.
1. The Scott Stapp/Kid Rock Sex tape.
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There it is: living proof that god does not in fact exist!!! OH the irony!!!
because jesus never drove from orlando to gainsville for a skank booty call.
http://tomluv.livejournal.com/13923.html
Everyone always wants to hate on buttrock. yeah, I'd like to see other artists go triple DIAMOND, sell 35 millions records, right? exactly. Just cause you think you can read good means you can cut down our beloved buttrockers the world over.
This is the BEST news I’ve ever heard…in my entire life. The one band that actually improved people’s lives by giving them a second Christ to look up to and give true hope that life can be worth living! Scott Stapp will be remembered as the songwriter of our generation, not to mention easily the best SHOW of our Millenia! Even his National Anthem soars skyscraper-height over Aretha’s inaugural rendition! I love Aretha, who doesn’t, but Scott dominates… and we should bestow upon him the honor and rock-god glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Officially,
Wicked Celtics
“Wicked C” if ya nasty
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