Nickelshit

While I could rant for hours on how much of a Cthulu/Satan/Mel Gibson hybrid that the music industry is, none is more evident of it's insult to musicianship than the sand-gargling, wimpy-guitar toned Nickelback.

Perhaps I'm burning a potential bridge with my own act. If there's any sort of real integrity in that band, it must express itself via insomnia on top of Mt. Everest-like mountains of cash.