zox sux cox

I promise this will be an anomaly to this blog, but I have to this off my chest: I feel like good taste is being personally harrassed by the band called Zox. Holy fuck, do they suck! I'm feeling hatred of almost Dave Matthews-esque proportions. They are a local band that's getting all national-like, but I really had never heard them until the last few weeks (I don't venture very far out of my own little local music orbit). Maybe it's because WBRU* is giving them an unprecedented amount of attention and promotion. Since when does WBRU champion local rock bands during the daytime hours? I swear...everytime they go to the DJ or to a commercial, it's some freakin' thing about Zox. I get it, they went to Brown, they won the Rock Hunt once upon a time, they got signed, and they are playing a KICK ASS show at Lupo's. NEAT. Doesn't deter the fact that they are absolutely HORRID. I mean...just look at them:



"Hello ladies, I play sensitive douche-rock!" (PS: Sweet soul patch, bro.) I have this vague fantasy of running into them in Providence and telling them how much I hatehatehaaate them. But their appearance poses a huge problem for me: they are entirely unmemorable. I would never be able to pick them out of a crowd. Dammit!

I could go on...but I won't. Just one last thing. This lyric really annoys me: "You have to leave the ground to learn to fly." REALLY DEEP. Oh my god, maybe I'm irrational but I hate it, I hate it!

Also, I heard Rusted Root today and it made me vomit-y.

*I know I am torturing myself by actually listening to WBRU, but this week they are playing all their songs from A-Z and I am sucker for any sort of countdown/trip down memory lane. I'll deal with the Zox-trauma for one more day.