You know, this isn't so bad. Between the years of, oh, 1997 and 2004, I hated pretty much everything that was on the radio (with exceptions, of course--Natalie Imbruglia, I'm looking your way, guilt-free). But I never minded this, even though I should have: it tries a little too hard to be cool, the lead singer's hair has frosted tips--and how many of these guys really need goatees?
Pffft. I still like it--maybe even more now that the same singer isn't afraid to be caught on cam at
Walmart.
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