Just stumbling into this monkey knife fight of a discussion. Don't let the handle fool you, I dig a hell of a lot of music besides Prog. From the previous several pages:
Yes, Groove IS in the heart.
The Joshua Tree is amazing - as long as you skip With or Without You, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, and Where the Streets Have No Name. They're like vanilla ice cream with the vanilla taken out. Start with Red Hill Mining Town and go from there, outside of those three crotch rot songs. (See also The Police's "Synchronicity" without "Every Breath You Take"). "Wire," from The Unforgettable Fire stands above them all.
The cocaine years of Aerosmith are still digestible, especially "Draw the Line," and "Back In the Saddle." When it stopped snowing for the band, I was already on my way out the door.
My first concert was AC/DC at The Spectrum in 1981, so they will always hold a special place in my heart. That being said, every song of theirs after that is interchangeable.
Beyonce is ass. Always has been and always will be. All divas pretty much are ass, and have been throughout the age of popular music. Very few exceptions, and those are for individual songs, not their entire catalog.
@ 1995 is when good popular music died. Yes, there is still some great music being made (Foxygen, Tame Impala, Steven Wilson, to name three), but their output is being overly diluted anymore by the musical tastes of pre-teen girls. Top 40 has been shit ever since 1995.
Bands that do not have a prominent bass guitar (yes - bass GUITAR, not just BASS) high in the mix are not worth my time. They also tend to have whiny singers: The Goo Goo Dolls, Barenaked Ladies, Weezer, Green Day, Rob Thomas Three Doors Down, etc. You can have them.
Walls of screeching guitars, or wanking off to play as fast and loud as possible is breathtakingly boring.
I don't give a shit about lyrics, rhyming, or any of that. I don't want or need tunes to awaken me to social conditions. I have myriad other ways to get that information (which I do). Singing/rapping about how tough someone thinks they are, their rough upbringing, how much bling and swag they have, or how many bitches they be bangin' interests me about as much as a clogged toilet. Melody is almost an anachronism anymore, replaced with redundant beats.
Just because a singer can belt out a Herculean scream doesn't mean I want to hear it in every one of his/her songs.
"Firework," by Katy Perry, which seems to play every day in every store, will eventually result in me being jailed for giving into my homicidal rage.
Not everyone likes The Beatles. I do. Sue me.
Mike Patton is a musical genius.
The MUSIC itself is several trillion times more important than any other part of a song - and it better be original and non-repetitive. Lyrics are a distant second. A far distant second. Maybe third, after the singer's voice.
Bach was the GOAT.
White guys culturally appropriating black performers' gesticulations in videos and performances are pretty much mere punchlines and should never be taken seriously ("Yo, yo, yo," hand signals, etc.).
Quicksilver Messenger Service's "Fresh Air" is great jump-back song, but after hearing it, you're good for another year. Same with Sugarloaf's "Green Eyed Lady."
Generic 70s rock playlists that feature pretty much just bands like Foghat, The Guess Who, and the aforementioned Aerosmith will put me in a coma.
Performers who feel they need to have an entire dance company up on stage with them...hard pass.
The real reason I cannot stand rap and hip-hop is the fact the rise of those styles seems to have coincided with the death of Funk - and that I will never forgive.
Name your favorite singer. I submit Jeff Buckley. Your argument is invalid.
"Different" does not mean better - but it has a much greater chance of being better.
More performers from the decade of the 1960s, (especially) the 1970s, and even some in the 1980s, are evergreen, and will be just as relevant, musically, for the foreseeable future, than the other decades. The 1990s? Perhaps the early 1990s. Since then? Almost completely void of such performers. I blame the goldfish-level attention span of music consumers anymore for the previous sentence.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club is one of the best rock bands no one has heard of.
I love watching reaction videos where younger folks (mostly folks of color) listen to late-1960s-thru-early 1980s music and lose their minds, usually attacking today's music for being so unoriginal in the process. Proudly, they are fanatical about Prog Rock ("Why didn't anyone tell us about this??" is a common refrain).
When it comes to popular black singers today, I hear attempts at emotion, but I hear no trace of SOUL. Where is the new Bill Withers, Etta James, Marvin? C'mon, man...
Auto-tune is the musical equivalent of microwaving leftover french fries.
Overly-emotive, overly-sensitive "girls with guitars," and their ASMR-level whisper-voices are metal nails on a chalkboard to me - especially when they sing covers which inevitably appear on nostalgic or dramatic television commercials and leave me wondering which committee of f*ckheads gave this the green light.
Speaking of covers - 99% of them are stupendously inferior to the original. They're like reboots of classic movies and not fit to stand in the shadow of the original.
Dave Matthews. No.
I only know of Dua Lipa from that Hot Ones episode. I am not familiar with her music, but I'd tap the hell out of that ass...and probably end up with a heart attack.
tl/dr:
A. Dua Lipa is bangable.
B. "OK, Boomer" (even though I'm not a Boomer)
C. Blocked