1. Katy Perry, One of the Boys: If looks and bustiness were in direct proportion to craft and talent then Perry and her cherry chap-shtick “Kissed a Girl” bullshit would have put her on the map as the best new artist of the year.  Well, it’s not proportional. It’s down right diametrically opposed. Perry is not an artist, she’s a fad.
  2. Shit Irish Bands, Dropkick Murphys and Flogging Molly: Despite my last name I hate Celtic punk. HATE it. Hate it more than country and more than British soul singers (Winehouse, Joss Stone and, well, see number 2). The retarded vocal style and harping rock gets an instant reaction out of me: nausia… then rage.
  3. Duffy, Rock Ferry: Soul? No, the opposite. Dead. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself missing Amy Winehouse half way through Duffy’s album.
  4. Guns and Roses, Chinese Democracy: We waited 15 years to find out that GnR still sucks.
  5. Of Montreal, Skeletal Lamping: Holy shit, shut the fuck up.
  6. Paremore, Riot!: Bad on so many levels. To describe: if AFI sucked harder, had a female lead singer and were a Christian rock group, they still wouldn’t be as bad as Paramore. They would be opening for them. (yes, I’m aware of how little sense that makes)
  7. My Morning Jacket, Evil Urges: Mourning is more like it. Such a waste. Such a sad, sad waste.
  8. Metalica, Death Magnetic: Metal up your ass, 666 mark of the beast, death to posers. Talica rules!
  9. Kings of Leon, Only By The Light: “Sex on fire,” meet band on death bed.
  10. Twilight Soundtrack: On the list for ruining two perfectly good Muse and Radiohead songs. Now when I hear “Super Massive Black Hole” I’m going to  think of vampires playing fucking baseball in the mist. You can’t just un-forget something like that.