Music

The Libertines

I know this wasn't what you might have wanted, but I had it half written and I just realized that I quickly finished writing about my current favourite band. So that might be why it seems disjointed at points. Anyways, here we go. 

So, the latest installment of these rambling rants of a lunatic.

I think I have quite a broad taste in music.

I mean, I admit that rock and roll is my favourite genre – all the branches of it. It’s the type of music I feel most passionate about, and it really frustrates me when people name things rock that I don’t believe are. There are these bands that IMPERSONATE rock and roll, so many that it makes me vomit. And I don’t want to exactly list them because when I look at a new fan’s page – which I do a lot, I admit I can be a creeper – I see a lot of those bands on there.

*cough* Nickleback *cough*

And then there are the ones that think they’re so “badass” for their horrible makeup, annoying haircuts, whiney lyrics, shoddy guitar playing, shit drummers and they always seem to forget about the bassist. Fucking hell, I could rant about this forever. It’s not the genre that I love which these bands think they are, it’s their fake and vomiting inducing renditions of it, and it makes me shudder.

It’s vile, alright? I have so many bands that I would put under the bus here, but I don’t want too much screaming at me.

Anyways, I’m getting back to the original point. I love all sorts of music. I would die to go see Wicked on Broadway, go home to listen to Bach and the next day I would go get destroyed in a Bad Religion mosh pit. I adore – I repeat ADORE to the fullest extent – The Arctic Monkeys, and then I’ll chill out to Devendra Banhart. I would go full out in a crowd during Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, watch a rap set, rush to the dance tent for nothing but a fun dance and then go to see Sigur Ros before hightailing it to Elvis Costello. And don’t forget dancing barefoot on a hill to Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeroes.

(All of that happened at the music festival I went to. Well, except the part about Wicked and Bad Religion)

Who’s to say if my taste in music is actually good or not? In my opinion it is, but that’s all it is, isn’t it? OPINION. It’s about the person and how they feel and what they’ve been through and what they connect to. Music is a deeply emotional thing, and I regard it higher than any kind of religion on the planet.

(That’s not saying much though; I’m kind of an atheist. Actually, I wouldn’t say that. I think believing in a religion is wonderful and I commend anyone who does, but it’s not something I’m personally attracted to. I hate when atheists condemn people for having a deep connection with a religion, that’s intolerance at its highest point. Although I find a lot of religious people to be just as intolerant. Well, to clear this up and hope no one tries to convert me – don’t try, it only pisses me off – I think that everybody should just in general be kind, tolerant and loving to fellow human beings)

Going back to the point, who knows what good music actually is? For all I know, my taste in music is complete shite and One Direction and Bieber are the way of the future – not that I’d ever want to promote them. Gross. But once again, that’s my opinion.

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Okay, to be honest, I don’t know how I got to this point and I can’t remember why I started talking like that. Went off on a fucking tangent, didn’t I? I can’t think of how to go back to why I started this, so I’m just going to start at this band.

The Libertines.

They’re my latest musical adoration.

Very rarely do I get everything I love in music all wrapped up in one band. And this band has it… or at least had it. They might have been England’s answer to The Strokes, and as you all know I love The Strokes, but I think I might – no, no, no, I know I love the Libertines even more.