CHOM walks 10 miles barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways

Sunday night was prom all over again, expect without the drama, puke, or irritating, squealing, emotional teenaged girls.

Lately we've been listening to this crazy brit band called The Horrors - think Sex Pistols meets White Stripes with a touch of epilepsie for good measure. They recently did a music video, directed by Chris Cunningham, for their song Sheena Is A Parasite, which was banned by MTV for being, apparantly, utterly disgusting. While we wouldn't say it was utterly disgusting (though it certainly is creepy and full of squidy grossness), it's definitely less offensive than any of the shit MTV plays and dares to call Hip Hop.

Also, while we're on the topic of large music institutions plagued by a giant rape-stick up their asses, CHOM actually had the odacity to say the phrase "return to a time when music mattered" in the promo for their weekly show "The Deep End". WHEN MUSIC MATTERED????????? "You fucktards!!" screamed Soul. To CHOM we say:

You are the embodiment of every single stuck up music critic and uptight authority figure that snubbed their noses at your precious Zeppelin, Hendrix, Kiss, Aerosmith, AC/DC... Everything you play was hated by someone older than you when it was first released, and yet now, now that you are in a position to expose the world (or maybe just Montreal) to all kinds of wonderful, strange new sounds, you turn up your nose because it's not the same as your childhood soundtrack.

We become furious at the thought of ever having to listen to that station ever again. We propose a boycott - not that many of you readers (and not that there ARE many of you readers) to spread the word that CHOM is bad, wrong and senile. We propose that you head on down to the CHOM studio on Fort and Ste Catherine and throw your radio at their window. That way you can express your displeasure and incure some property damage at the same time. Kill two birds with one radio, we say.

Ok, class time. We now must attend a class to which we were very much looking forward, but that we must share with our cousins irritating friend (and possibly lesbian lover). Ta.

Eli x3