April 12, 2007

Is it plagiarism if you rip yourself off? No, just absolutely weak.

Posted in Music at 9:38 am by loolar

Just got this little chestnut from Wordman:

Nickleback

Apparently the enterprising lads over at The Webshite have noticed that the hit band Nickelback has utterly rehashed and recycled one of their singles, bothering only to change the words and vocal melodies – but leaving everything, from the chords, the verse breaks, the chorus, the bridge – I mean, everything else – intact.

The site plays the first hit through your left speaker, and the more recent through the right speaker. The only changes are a few drum fills and the aforementioned vocals. The progressions of the songs are carbon copies.

This is music today, kids. Gone are the days when a band might break through the nether and reach you. Now record companies spend millions to promote a single – and just the singles they have tested well to cloistered focus groups. Which means plenty of amazing bands, such as Dada, Ednaswap, The Verve Pipe, and King’s X, get utterly ignored so tripe like this Nickelback single can reach all the white suburban hoodlums in their gigantically lifted pickup trucks. Hey, who can blame them? Those kids have parents that give them money instead of attention. Mmm, disposable income.

At any rate, once you’ve spent millions to promote a single, how can you guarantee a hit followup? Apparently Nickelback and their label have taken the ordeal of trying to craft a “similarly catchy” sophomore effort and just given it a miss, and just plain copied and pasted the first one.

Utterly, absolutely, weak.

I’m also fascinated by how the Nickelback frontman appears to be Sam Rockwell. “Confessions of an Insipid Mind,” this time around.

I’m hopeful for the return of FM radio-styled mavericks, thanks to podcasting and internet radio – personalities who uncover the gems that the suits won’t bother to try to introduce you to, when they’ve got the next putrid Gwen Stefani single guaranteed to sell a million to a bunch of pre-pubescent teen girls whose parents have no clue what a warning label means.

Thanks to Wordman who has insured I will never, ever listen to a Nickelback song again.

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