Some highlights (of what I've read so far):
On Papa Roach:
But dudes who can accurately channel adolescent confusion eventually think they can understand it, and these guys were born to misinterpret psychotherapeutic lingo as an excuse for self-pity. Papa Roach got predictably whinier with age, reaching a nadir on the hilarious “Scars”: “My weakness is that I care too much.” (Try that at your next job interview.) They didn’t kill themselves, though. And good for them, seriously.
On "Who Let The Dogs Out":
I come neither to praise the Baha Men nor even to critique them. My sole duty is to acknowledge them, with the appropriately slack-jawed respect due such a gonzo force of commerce. Some pop songs devour their moment whole, inflecting events in our lives with shades of irony or deepening catharses or simply providing background color to our memories. But not “Who Let the Dogs Out?”–instead mainstream consciousness instantaneously swallowed it whole. I doubt you can remember the first time you heard this song, any more than you can remember the first time you heard “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” or “Rock ‘n’ Roll Part 2.”
Clearly Keith Harris is brilliant.
