| Puddle 
                of Mudd, "Drift and Die" | Kurt 
                Cobain and Layne Staley are now both dead. Please stop trying 
                to sound like them. Especially when you end up sounding like, 
                well... Creed, instead. Of course, what else can you expect from 
                Fred Durst's label? | 
             
              | "One 
                Last Breath" by Creed | I'm 
                thinking maybe six feet is not far enough down to keep Scott Stapp 
                buried. Why the hell do people keep buying this crap? Does the 
                CD come with a large rock of cocaine free in the jewel case or 
                something? And if so, why wasn't I notified? | 
             
              | "Hero," 
                by Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott | On 
                the one hand, it's refreshing that the two ugliest men in pop-rock 
                feel sufficiently comfortable with themselves to fill an entire 
                video (and this is not a short one) with image after image of 
                their faces. On the other hand, that in no way excuses the music. 
                Challenging Creed for cheesiest rock ballad of the decade. | 
             
              | Spin's 
                already-old "Real Life Rock Stories" comic | Was 
                it really that long ago that Sean Landers' Genius Lessons elevated 
                this rag above being a merely slightly-less-lame Rolling Stone? 
                Well, those days are over now. Zev Borow held the fort briefly, 
                then there was a slippery-slope-type to Travis Millard's partially 
                tolerable series on "Truth Lion." And now this. Does 
                an uninteresting, unfunny story about Garbage's Shirley Manson 
                taking a dump really help sell that many copies? | 
             
              | Kelly 
                Osbourne's "Papa Don't Preach" video | Okay, 
                missy, we're going to tell you the same thing we told all the 
                other reality TV "stars." Nobody cares whether you can 
                sing or (in this case) not. And we sure as hell don't need to 
                see you prancing around in skin-tight Madonna clothes any more 
                than we already have to. You've had your brush with stardom. Now 
                go back to your mansion and leave us alone. | 
             
              | The 
                quadrennial return of the Red Hot Chili Peppers | *Groan*. 
                Is it that time again already? Can't they just reissue an old 
                album under a different name? | 
             
              | Disturbed, 
                "Down with the Sickness" | Ah, 
                subtle, understated wit. Thy name is Disturbed. |