Sometimes living across the road from where they hold the Big Day Out really bites.
When you're developing a migraine, the last thing you want to be pummeled with is Jet (or "Shit" as my brother called them) whinging about how you made a fool of everyone.
And then follow it up by ripping off a perfectly awesome Iggy Pop song.
*T_T*
I really, REALLY fucking hate Jet.
ETA: HAHAhahaa. Oh God. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. They rip off the Beatles, I understand this. They rip off Iggy Pop.
But WARRANT?! CHERRY PIE?! WHAT?! *ROFLMAO*
ETA2: Wolfmother, Jet, et al? Screaming into the microphone does not make your shitty song any better. You can only scream into the mic if you are James Brown or Roger Daltrey. Fuckers.
And then follow it up by ripping off a perfectly awesome Iggy Pop song.
*T_T*
I really, REALLY fucking hate Jet.
ETA: HAHAhahaa. Oh God. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. They rip off the Beatles, I understand this. They rip off Iggy Pop.
But WARRANT?! CHERRY PIE?! WHAT?! *ROFLMAO*
ETA2: Wolfmother, Jet, et al? Screaming into the microphone does not make your shitty song any better. You can only scream into the mic if you are James Brown or Roger Daltrey. Fuckers.