yertle-the-turtle
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Well it's a Who cover.
I've heard they're releasing it as a single.
Peace out.
I've heard they're releasing it as a single.
Peace out.
Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes
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do you wear your baseball cap backwards
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Oh crap. It may suck.
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it MAY suck? martha, you're quite the optimist, there.
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I heard the same, that sucks
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Seriously??? This is some of the worst news I've ever heard. Those no talent wankers doing one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite bands? Fuck that shit.
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~LadyLemon~ said:
it's actually physcially painful to hear that sort of thing.
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wtf 
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i'll bet fred durst has a small penis.
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Christ, they can't even write their own bad songs anymore? They have to go out and ruin existing good ones now?yertle-the-turtle said:
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takes some degree of skill, actually. unfortunatly it's not a skill you want your band to have...
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Can't possibly be worse than Fred Durst's cover of "Wish You Were Here" on the 9/11 tribute show, *shudder*
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WTF??
Everyone go get your Bibles. I think this is one of the signs of the Endtimes.
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WTF??
Everyone go get your Bibles. I think this is one of the signs of the Endtimes.
mellyinsf
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Fred Durst trying to sing roger doltry is like your local high school football team playing the 49er's
Unfortunately I heard it live from the sanatarium tour
I was like, "is he serious?"
Unfortunately I heard it live from the sanatarium tour
I was like, "is he serious?"
adamswildhoney
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Bunbury
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Limp Dick=crap
Pinball Wizard
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No one knows what it's like to be the sad man...
Well I damn well do now.
Mr. Durst, would you care to revive another artistic achievement, and star along with Phoebe Cates in the remake of Drop Dead Fred?
Come, we'll rehearse your big scene jackass.
That's right, just stand right there in front of my car.
the whiz
to be the bad man,
behind blue eyes.
Well I damn well do now.
Mr. Durst, would you care to revive another artistic achievement, and star along with Phoebe Cates in the remake of Drop Dead Fred?
Come, we'll rehearse your big scene jackass.
That's right, just stand right there in front of my car.
the whiz
to be the bad man,
behind blue eyes.
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mellyinsf said:
Well...the way the 49ers have been playing lately...
Unfortunately I heard it live from the sanatarium tour
I was like, "is he serious?"
They played Behind Blue Eyes at Sanatarium? Oh yeah...that's right, I didn't pay attention to the music while Limp Bizkit were on.
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yertle-the-turtle
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here's the review mofo was talking about
possibly the only bright spot in my day today was reading it this morning (and that's what spurred me to post this thread)
It took a long, long time for Limp Bizkit to get their follow-up to Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavored Water into the stores. First, guitarist Wes Borland, generally regarded as the band's musical force, up and left the band, and it took a long, long time to find a replacement guitarist. After a national talent search performed at Guitar Center stores, where candidates had to sign contracts that gave up their rights to anything original they played at their audition, they settled on former Snot guitarist Mike Smith and recorded an album. Then scrapped it. Then they recorded another album. Then scrapped it. They were going through album titles, too ? it was called Bipolar then, charmingly, Panty Sniffer. Finally, all the sessions and the turmoil was whittled down into one very long, very bad album called Results May Vary. Part of its weakness stems from two perennial Limp Bizkit problems: for a metal band they sound, well, limp, and in Fred Durst they have the worst frontman in the history of rock. These two things plagued even their hits, but Borland at least gave the band some ideas. Without him, the band is left to flounder, and Durst, who already dominated the band's personality, not only has to provide the bravado, but he has to give it direction ? which is likely why it took so long for this mess to get released. Durst doesn't come up with any new musical ideas, apart from slight hints of Staind and emo on the ballads, but the album doesn't suffer from recycled musical ideas, since they were already doing that on Chocolate Starfish. No, it suffers from an utter lack of form and direction, from the riffs to the rhythms, and a surplus of stolen ideas. "The Only One" cops the opening of Steve Miller's "Take the Money and Run," "Gimme the Mic" plagiarizes the Beastie Boys' "Pass the Mic" down to rhyming "y'all" with "y'all" (but Durst adds a whole lotta "motherf*ckers"), while "Phenomenon" borrows from several rap songs, highlighted by Durst getting lyrics wrong. And this points out the biggest problem of Results May Vary ? Durst is running amuck, flattening down the production into a grey sludge, then writing inane lyrics that are shocking in their banality.
Since Durst has ingratiated himself with Hollywood, inexplicably getting Thora Birch to concede to being berated to in the video for "Eat You Alive" and French kissing Halle Berry in the video for "Behind Blue Eyes," maybe he's not such a bad guy in person, but on record he's a mean, vindictive, hateful idiot, spewing undirected bile at undeserving targets. Here, a prominent target seems to be Britney Spears, who unceremoniously dumped the dude after an affair that lasted less than a week, since she wasn't all that thrilled that he revealed her pubic hair grooming on the Howard Stern show (what a guy!). Now, he's hurt and ranting about how she broke his heart, unaware of his own culpability in the affair. But that's par for the course for Durst, who stumbles through life without realizing the consequences of his actions, then whines about how nobody understands him. Here, he complains about being picked on in high school, not realizing that his blustering aggression makes him a bully (and that's not even accounting for how he unwittingly incited violence and destruction at Woodstock '99). Then, he complains several times about radio and MTV playing the same old bands, willfully ignoring that he's whored himself out to MTV numerous times and that his band received their radio breakthrough by paying to get their songs played. He invokes icons callously ? "ease your pain/like a melody from Kurt Cobain" ? most notably on a boneheaded cover of the Who's "Behind Blue Eyes," turning it into a Staind song with a Speak & Spell on the bridge ("B-I-Z-K-I-T. Say it") and adding insult to injury by misspelling Pete Townshend's name in the credits. And this isn't even counting the embarrassing Apple plug in the liner notes, or the Fight Club reference in the artwork, the obviousness of which suggests that Durst would be one of the brainwashed legions chanting "his name is Robert Paulson" instead of thinking for himself. Like before, some of this could have been palatable if the music had a fraction of his anger (no matter how misguided it is) or had some energy to it instead of just being murky emoting. But since the music has no melody, hooks, or energy, all attention is focused on the clown jumping up and down and screaming in front, and long before the record is over, you're left wondering, how the hell did he ever get to put this mess out? [Results May Vary was also released in a limited-edition set with a bonus DVD containing 35 edited minutes from the Bizkit's forthcoming home video, Poop. In effect, it's a sneak preview for something that the die-hard fans are going to buy anyway, so while it's nice for them to see it now, it'll be redundant when it comes out on video ? especially since the footage is just a lot of backstage horseplay, including lots of wearing of funny wigs.] ? Stephen Thomas Erlewine
possibly the only bright spot in my day today was reading it this morning (and that's what spurred me to post this thread)
It took a long, long time for Limp Bizkit to get their follow-up to Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavored Water into the stores. First, guitarist Wes Borland, generally regarded as the band's musical force, up and left the band, and it took a long, long time to find a replacement guitarist. After a national talent search performed at Guitar Center stores, where candidates had to sign contracts that gave up their rights to anything original they played at their audition, they settled on former Snot guitarist Mike Smith and recorded an album. Then scrapped it. Then they recorded another album. Then scrapped it. They were going through album titles, too ? it was called Bipolar then, charmingly, Panty Sniffer. Finally, all the sessions and the turmoil was whittled down into one very long, very bad album called Results May Vary. Part of its weakness stems from two perennial Limp Bizkit problems: for a metal band they sound, well, limp, and in Fred Durst they have the worst frontman in the history of rock. These two things plagued even their hits, but Borland at least gave the band some ideas. Without him, the band is left to flounder, and Durst, who already dominated the band's personality, not only has to provide the bravado, but he has to give it direction ? which is likely why it took so long for this mess to get released. Durst doesn't come up with any new musical ideas, apart from slight hints of Staind and emo on the ballads, but the album doesn't suffer from recycled musical ideas, since they were already doing that on Chocolate Starfish. No, it suffers from an utter lack of form and direction, from the riffs to the rhythms, and a surplus of stolen ideas. "The Only One" cops the opening of Steve Miller's "Take the Money and Run," "Gimme the Mic" plagiarizes the Beastie Boys' "Pass the Mic" down to rhyming "y'all" with "y'all" (but Durst adds a whole lotta "motherf*ckers"), while "Phenomenon" borrows from several rap songs, highlighted by Durst getting lyrics wrong. And this points out the biggest problem of Results May Vary ? Durst is running amuck, flattening down the production into a grey sludge, then writing inane lyrics that are shocking in their banality.
Since Durst has ingratiated himself with Hollywood, inexplicably getting Thora Birch to concede to being berated to in the video for "Eat You Alive" and French kissing Halle Berry in the video for "Behind Blue Eyes," maybe he's not such a bad guy in person, but on record he's a mean, vindictive, hateful idiot, spewing undirected bile at undeserving targets. Here, a prominent target seems to be Britney Spears, who unceremoniously dumped the dude after an affair that lasted less than a week, since she wasn't all that thrilled that he revealed her pubic hair grooming on the Howard Stern show (what a guy!). Now, he's hurt and ranting about how she broke his heart, unaware of his own culpability in the affair. But that's par for the course for Durst, who stumbles through life without realizing the consequences of his actions, then whines about how nobody understands him. Here, he complains about being picked on in high school, not realizing that his blustering aggression makes him a bully (and that's not even accounting for how he unwittingly incited violence and destruction at Woodstock '99). Then, he complains several times about radio and MTV playing the same old bands, willfully ignoring that he's whored himself out to MTV numerous times and that his band received their radio breakthrough by paying to get their songs played. He invokes icons callously ? "ease your pain/like a melody from Kurt Cobain" ? most notably on a boneheaded cover of the Who's "Behind Blue Eyes," turning it into a Staind song with a Speak & Spell on the bridge ("B-I-Z-K-I-T. Say it") and adding insult to injury by misspelling Pete Townshend's name in the credits. And this isn't even counting the embarrassing Apple plug in the liner notes, or the Fight Club reference in the artwork, the obviousness of which suggests that Durst would be one of the brainwashed legions chanting "his name is Robert Paulson" instead of thinking for himself. Like before, some of this could have been palatable if the music had a fraction of his anger (no matter how misguided it is) or had some energy to it instead of just being murky emoting. But since the music has no melody, hooks, or energy, all attention is focused on the clown jumping up and down and screaming in front, and long before the record is over, you're left wondering, how the hell did he ever get to put this mess out? [Results May Vary was also released in a limited-edition set with a bonus DVD containing 35 edited minutes from the Bizkit's forthcoming home video, Poop. In effect, it's a sneak preview for something that the die-hard fans are going to buy anyway, so while it's nice for them to see it now, it'll be redundant when it comes out on video ? especially since the footage is just a lot of backstage horseplay, including lots of wearing of funny wigs.] ? Stephen Thomas Erlewine
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yertle-the-turtle
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I told myself
judge not before you listen
I downloaded it
I regret this
judge not before you listen
I downloaded it
I regret this
so fred worst (should i have put that in the bad pun thread?) has gone and covered my favorite Who song. apparently he believes he can sing now. i mean seriously now... i'd rather justin timberlake cover it. as annoying as mr. justified may be at times, at least he can actually sing. i mean, i don't want to sound like one of those bitter zep fans who still can't forgive p-diddy, but god... this is awful. why do we allow things like this to happen? can't we as a society get together and just say noooo? who would honestly let limp bizkit put out a new album to begin with, let alone one where fred tries to sing classic rock songs. i mean shit... why not just have j-lo cover like a rolling stone now. might as well. maybe lance bass can tackle purple haze... ja rule can mix it up on a stairway to heaven murder inc. remix... or maybe britney spears can try to cover satisfaction... oh wait... shit. she already has.
Apparently they've been covering 'My Generation' at concerts too.
http://www.nme.com/news/106103.htm
http://www.nme.com/news/106103.htm
martha
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This sucks beyond words. I was at Tower tonight, so I listened to as much of it as I could take. That's two minutes, thirty-eight seconds of my life that I won't get back. It's longer, but I could only stand that much of it. Doesn't Fred know how shitty a singer he is?
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