Volume III, Number 7
July, 2002

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Hide the kids, lock up the dog, and plaster the walls with garbage bags, it's...

By Crappy the Smart-Assed Toilet
True Dork Times Mascot and Craven Attempt to Appeal to the Lowest Common Denominator

This month, the crap that clogs my pipes is... "Modern Rock"
Puddle of Mudd, "Drift and Die" Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley are now both dead. Please stop trying to sound like them. Especially when you end up sounding like, well... Creed, instead. Of course, what else can you expect from Fred Durst's label?
"One Last Breath" by Creed I'm thinking maybe six feet is not far enough down to keep Scott Stapp buried. Why the hell do people keep buying this crap? Does the CD come with a large rock of cocaine free in the jewel case or something? And if so, why wasn't I notified?
"Hero," by Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott On the one hand, it's refreshing that the two ugliest men in pop-rock feel sufficiently comfortable with themselves to fill an entire video (and this is not a short one) with image after image of their faces. On the other hand, that in no way excuses the music. Challenging Creed for cheesiest rock ballad of the decade.
Spin's already-old "Real Life Rock Stories" comic Was it really that long ago that Sean Landers' Genius Lessons elevated this rag above being a merely slightly-less-lame Rolling Stone? Well, those days are over now. Zev Borow held the fort briefly, then there was a slippery-slope-type to Travis Millard's partially tolerable series on "Truth Lion." And now this. Does an uninteresting, unfunny story about Garbage's Shirley Manson taking a dump really help sell that many copies?
Kelly Osbourne's "Papa Don't Preach" video Okay, missy, we're going to tell you the same thing we told all the other reality TV "stars." Nobody cares whether you can sing or (in this case) not. And we sure as hell don't need to see you prancing around in skin-tight Madonna clothes any more than we already have to. You've had your brush with stardom. Now go back to your mansion and leave us alone.
The quadrennial return of the Red Hot Chili Peppers *Groan*. Is it that time again already? Can't they just reissue an old album under a different name?
Disturbed, "Down with the Sickness" Ah, subtle, understated wit. Thy name is Disturbed.

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