Worst bands of all times...

[The Wizard]

Have to agree. Rap is not music. It does have some rhythm and sometimes there is a tune but over all its not music.

Rap -- not music? Then I can immediately discount all forms of electric music -- this includes synthesizers and of course that shit called dance/trance/hardcore whatever -- all forms of rock from the categories Nirvana/stoner rock to (modern) (heavy) metal, and anything all too poppy.

Rap is essentially poetry over a continuous beat (with peripheral sounds often added, such as a sample), which accounts for the not all too complicated lyrics at times. But it certainly takes skill. And since I expect you will not discount all of the above as being music, then hip hop cannot be discounted as being music either.

And Kenny -- come on! Funk/disco is great! Well, not as great as soul, but great nevertheless!



~Wiz

[Steppe Merc]

Well I like some funk. And the Bee Gees are interesting, but I can't say that I listen to it.
However, some great songs were inspired by disco, such as the Rollings Stone's Miss You, the Kinks Superman, and the Dead's Shakedown Street.

[PanzerJaeger]

Rap takes very little skill, thats why its so competitive to get deals with record companies because anyone can throw together a rap on their computer.

I could write a couple of stanzas about bitches and guns that rhyme and slap them to a beat. I could not learn how to play the guitar in that time, or even 10 times that time.

[The Wizard]

I'm not talking idiots like 50 Cent -- who's raps suck, but he has Dr. Dre who makes damn hot beats and catchy hooks. The guy that comes closest to real skill amongst popular MCs is either Eminem or The Game -- and both are still far off.

I'm talking Pete Rock & CL Smooth, Slick Rick, Kool G Rap, OutKast, Goodie Mob, Mos Def, Nas and many other MCs who actually have skills. You try to freestyle -- it's not easy trying to weld thoughts into rhymes. And rhymes that you write for real are of even greater quality because you have all the time of the world to think of good, catchy and (perhaps) funny metaphors and rhyme schemes.

Most people think of rap as simply saying your lyrics in a rhyme scheme; but that's just a wrong view. You have to fit everything into something following the bass (your flow) -- and that isn't any walk in the park.


~Wiz

[Lord Hammerschmidt]

In all the strenuous debate about what is/isn't music, there seem to have been several major omissions from the list of the worst bands ever. I hereby submit these three piles of filth for consideration:

Creed (So happy they're gone, at least until they're all broke and have a reunion)

Bon Jovi
The Offspring

[GoreBag]

Well, I find really crappy music to be hilarious, but, technically, Wesley Willis was the worst musician ever. My least favourite band or musical artist would be probably...I don't know. Jay-Z or any of the plethora of terrible rappers that dominated the mainstream not so long ago.

Oh, and there's also a local band that sucks awfully hard. A friend and I were considering releasing an album about how terrible they are.

[Gawain of Orkeny]

However, some great songs were inspired by disco, such as the Rollings Stone's Miss You, the Kinks Superman, and the Dead's Shakedown Street.

The only great song I know inspired by disco was 'Disco Boy" by Frank Zappa.

Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders,
'cause some dandruff might be hiding there.

Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
disco thing made you think someday that you
just might go somewhere.

Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
disco boy, to treat you right.
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight.
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb.

Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair.
Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're
playing with @!#%! while you're standing there.

Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
who's really right, gonna fall for your line,
and feed you a box full of chicken delight.

Disco chit-chat so demure,
pump that booty all across the floor.
A disco drink, a disco wink,
you never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.
You never go duty that's what you think.

Duty. Go duty!
Duty. Go duty!
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
Duty. You never go duty.
You never duty. Go duty.
Duty. You never duty.

Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again.
Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's
leaving with your friend.

Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow.

Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
blot out your disco sorrow.

It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.
It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.

Well there is one more

DANCIN’ FOOL LYRICS

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Patrick o’hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre lewis (background vocals)
Randy thornton (background vocals)
Davey moire (background vocals)

Don’t know much about dancin’
That’s why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
’n’ both my feet’s too long
’course now right along with ’em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin’ every night
Hopin’ one day I might get it right
I’m a dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I can’t compete, ’cause I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool

The disco folks all dressed up
Like they’s fit to kill
I walk on in ’n’ see ’em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin’
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt’s half open, t’show you my chains
’n’ the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin’
That’s what you’d prob’ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool, (etc., etc.)

I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
Fool-uh!

Hey darlin’...can I buy ya a drink?
Lookin’ for mister goodbar? here he is...
Wait a minute...I’ve got it...you’re an italian!
Hah?
Yer jewish?
Love your nails...you must be a libra...
Your place or mine?

What a friggin genius this guy was.

[Roark]

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