We have a thing called FM radio in Canada. I know it’s hard to believe. In my particular geographical location we only have three FM stations that I will even consider listening to and they barely pass the listenability standard that I have set for myself. There really is nothing like driving home after a terrible day at work in which one has had to use every last modicum of self control to prevent oneself from forcibly removing people duodenums only to have no choice but to listen to Nickleback on all three stations at the same time. It’s a little known fact that most car accidents and road rage incidents are not caused by human error or anger management problems, they’re caused by an inability to escape shitty rock music. Much like every other god-forsaken top 40 station, they recycle the worst of pop music’s donkey dooks on what seems like an hourly basis. I’m thankful that I don’t have to spend too much time in my car as, if I did, it would no doubt transform into a piloted cruise missile targeted at the next person who happened to cross my path.
Lately I’ve been insulted by that insufferable Like a G6 song by a group whom I don’t need to remember as they’ll inevitably be gone within the next two months and I’ll never have to hear from them again. It seems like it’s on every ten fucking minutes and I’ve actually had the joyous experience of switching to another radio station only to lambasted by this turd deluxe yet again. It’s just a terrible, terrible song and I have enough of a hate for it that I had difficulty making it through what is the admittedly amusing video below.
Between the music and the subject matter I really kind of want to beat up on a few Potter nerds right now.