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psychoticmilkman  ·  58 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: 460th Weekly "Share Some Music You've Been Into Lately"

Creed has provided me with music and drama for more than 20 years. I watched that whole thing because I forgot it existed, haha.

Looked them up online only to find more drama all theses years later! "we're gonna tour again" "we're not getting back together" "we're definitely going to release more music" "It just can't happen right now" Still ridiculous. At least Scott Stapp hasn't hit anyone in a few years it seems.

Then I found out Creed released an EP on Spotify 6 days ago...

6 days ago. As a collaboration with two unknown electronic artists...??? WTF. It's a 5 song EP called 'The Resurrection' that just sounds like mediocre electronic music, it's not Creed, but it's on their page. I have a feeling this is not the unfinished 5th album we've heard about.

Good to see the confusion surrounding this band still exists. I'm going to go listen to Human Clay for the first time in several years now.

edit: Days later the weird album on Creed's Spotify page was gone and I could no longer find the other artists listed on the album, must be some weird way people are able to get their Spotify albums listed as co-creation with other better known artists before Spotify notices, odd.





ButterflyEffect  ·  58 days ago  ·  link  ·  

I went down a rabbit hole after watching that video, which really encapsulates how weird post grunge was in America. Just loud, machismo, sensory overload type of stuff. One of the crazier things I read is that it was TI who found Scott Stapp after (one of the times) he attempted suicide.

kleinbl00  ·  58 days ago  ·  link  ·  

That's maybe what gets remembered but things were balkanized bullshit. I still have no fucking idea how people came to the consensus that the Smashing Pumpkins were a good idea. And then it just got worse until you were praying for death.

Candlebox on one side, Barenaked Ladies on the other Type O Negative showing you that a band could be a corporeal soundtrack to The Crow, rap stopped rhyming yet somehow had Enya in it and fucking Moby did nothing but loop gospel for like five years and it was utterly inescapable.

The only reasonable response was to open the wormhole and pull it shut behind you.