Music Journalism That Sucks and People Get Paid to Execute

Slate.com's team of "music reviewers" dig as deep and as recent as Kurt Cobain for a musical hero.

This is what a middle aged, well-fed gross miscalculation of trying to remain current sounds like:

"...To say that Scott Stapp, a bellowing repackager of grunge as a bludgeoning, Christian-motivational medium, wasn't a miserable blight on the culture, is to suggest that Kurt Cobain didn't matter as much as we wanted him to[.]"

You can almost see the Columbia School Of Journalism diploma hanging in his wood-paneled office as he types away on his new Macbook Pro, the nanny chasing the two young kids around their Connecticut home as he sneaks another Amstel light before the wife gets home.