Why do we do it to ourselves?

Not again!

We metal bloggers put ourselves through some shit for you guys in the name of entertainment. Our broseph Grover XIII over at The Number of the Blog subjects himself weekly to shitty music, just so you can speak with authority on the vacuousness of various popular musical abominations without actually having to listen to them yourself, a mantle (for it is a manly mantle) that our own glorious leader Jimmy bore for a week whilst GroverXIII gave birth (that’s what I heard on the grapevine anyway).

We also listen to and review a whole load of crap in between your Deftones, your Iron Thrones, your Dillingers and your Ihsahns.

FSM knows why – although I think it has something to do with TNOTB‘s recent Trainwreck Tuesday/Shitty Music Saturday features – but I started to notice the ridiculous number of times both Justin ‘prays nightly for puberty‘ Bieber and Ke$ha ‘probably takes it up the bum in a back alley‘ Serbert songs were played on the radio whilst I was at work. Not even just one of them either; apparently people have allowed them to record more than one song, as if that wasn’t enough. Chroist.

Now understand that I’ve just spent three years completing a degree (First Class Honours, thank you very much), prior to which I worked at a job for a year that allowed me a certain amount of freedom with regard to what I listened to in the office. I’ve not listened to the radio in years – and with good reason. Some – some – radio music is okay. Sometimes they even get it right; I heard Faith No More’s rendition of Easy the other day.

So when I started my new job, the lack or originality shown in the radio playlists was hilarity – and I get the idea to tally the number of times Bieber and Ke$ha get played on the most banal of all the stations – one Capital FM – and relay my misery back to you, my metal bretheren. Because I can. Because I know you have to put up with it too. Because we are brothers and sisters in heavy, and so you know you are not alone.

You know what? Fuck you bretheren. What the hell kind of idea was that?

You see, in starting this, I had to continue; for the good of the article – nay, the site – nay, the internet! Before, it had been a little joke: “Hey, it’s Bieber again! What’s that, zillionth time today?!” Chuckle-chuckle, guffaw-guffaw.

But by the end of the week…well, you know what? Just read on.

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