To be honest, I didn’t even like Blue October back in the ‘90s when they were called Live. With all the self-indulgent histrionics, at first I thought Tenacious D was taking a stab at modern rock. Then I wondered why singer Justin Furstenfeld wasn’t on medication or in group therapy with Aaron Lewis and Scott Stapp, other drama queens who sing like they’re holding back a giant dump. He’s obviously anguished, but metaphors this tortured are against the Geneva Convention. Certainly when someone expresses this much self-loathing you question whether they know something you don’t. Then again, it could be guilt for creating atmospheric rock pablum generic enough to make Snow Patrol sound distinctive. This is music for the kind of sheeple that consider Sizzler haute cuisine.
Fri., April 9, 9pm. $27.50. With Stars of Track & Field. Theatre of the Living Arts, 334 South St. 215.922.1011. livenation.com
Living in Detroit doesn’t qualify you for Motown, and his attempts at R&B are so wretched that William Hung’s embarrassed for him.
We just can’t do without Caribou