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MUSIC > WEEK'S WORST

By Michael Alan Goldberg

Add Comment | Comments: 1 | Posted Jul. 7, 2010

Batten down the hatches, folks, because this Shitty Music Watch has turned into a Shitty Music Warning! Forget merely the “Week’s Worst”—this might be the “Worst Week” of an already kinda dubious summer concert season in Philadelphia. There’s Sting, who must have thought to himself, “How can I be even more of a pretentious jackass?” and then promptly went out and hired the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra to help elevate his songs to tantric levels of pompous crapitude (Sat., Susquehanna Bank Center, $42.25-$157). There’s 311, which for two decades has fused rock, rap and reggae into a unique genre called “fish vomit,” and includes a member who still insists on calling himself “P-Nut” even as he approaches 40 (Tues., Festival Pier, $49.50). There’s Jack Johnson, who makes us hate bare feet, dudes who surf and sorority chicks even more than we already do (Sun., SBC, $35 - $55). And there’s the American Idols tour, a form of torture so extreme even John Yoo refuses to endorse it (Sun., Wachovia Center, $44.50-$70.50). Our advice? Stay home and pretend this week never happened.