These guys were in town about a month ago. They hit Lupo’s for their first RI show in who knows how long. Although I put some serious consideration into seeing them on some relive my middle school years type-steez, when I checked the Lupo’s page for the show, I discovered Bush continued to make music after Razorblade Suitcase, their sophomore record. I Googled this music for previews and it is all horrible, horrible adult contemporary sissy boy horse shit. Disappointed and hoping to redeem my thoughts of the group, I browsed through some publicity from their heyday.
What I found was almost as, if not more, disheartening than hearing the group’s post-1996 sound. Apparently there have been a number of industry insiders who believed the group was manufactured. Like boy-band manufactured. Hand-picked pretty boys who don’t write their own music manufactured. Reading that left a foul taste in my mouth much like Chinese food that makes me sick, and I was butthurt by the speculation, even if that’s all it was.
Needless to say, that was the final straw in my decision-making, and I skipped out.
For the record, and for what it’s worth, Gavin Rossdale is credited exclusively for all of the song writing on Bush’s first two LP’s. Liner notes say so. And I still stand by the albums, regardless of whether or not that’s true.
Shout out to Titty Murphy’s karaoke performance of “Glycerine.”
Also. Gwen Stefani. Tweet.