My change of heart towards Pop Punk/Skacore/Surf rock

I feel like someone who was a hardcore atheist who did the Dianetics test to stroke his atheist clitoris and have a big orgasm revelling in the fact that religion is a big load of shite, but got converted. Instead of sitting back, contented and dripping with atheist love sauce, you're suddenly telling everyone you know about space dust, and great space apes massaging your nerves to calm you down and the flocks of extra terrestrial overlords who will soon be arriving to save all of those who give a ten thousand euro salvation deposit immediately, cash only accepted.

That is pretty much how I feel. I was a big metal head years back. Anything that wasn't really heavy black or death metal or grind or what have you, was pretty much in the pile of "Shit that I think is bollocks". Since I am no longer a fifteen year old hormone pot, bursting with jizz and anger, I have become a lot more open minded. Although I wasn't overly into pop music and electronic music for years, I never insulted it as much as I insulted teeny bopper fun punk.

For at least 7 years, anyone I met who liked any of the following bands was a poser nonce, who needed to be slandered and dishonoured at once -  The Skints, Sublime, Tsunami Bomb, Blink 182, The Distillers, Green Day, Bad Religion, Pennywise, NOFX, Green Day, The Offspring, Agent Orange... The list really does go on and on.

Due to being unemployed, I have a lot more time to listen to music. Thus, I gave these bands a chance AND ACTUALLY LIKE THEM. I can't let anyone know, or I'll get the Nobel Prize for "Worst case of going full retard."

Anyway fun punk, we are friends now. I'm sorry!

Brody Dalle

Don't get me wrong, I love The Distillers as much as any straight man does. Whatever about the tunes, some are good and some are woeful, but its all about her. Brody Dalle - my dream and my nightmare. I would eat many, many miles of her shite, just for the shit of it (pun intended).

If I was a female, married to Ol Dirty Bastard and had a kicking (Yes, that is the most descriptive word I could think of for rap music, yo) rap career, people would think I was a hot ass ghetto ho. The general public would leave comments on my Youtube videos telling me that they want to "Shine my grills" and "Drag race my motor pussy". These comments would keep me happy and leave me feeling appreciated and slightly damp.

SUDDENLY, TRAGEDY STRIKES. OH WHY. WHY MUST YOU DESTROY ALL THAT IS GOOD, VENGEFUL GODS. WHY!?

I divorce ODB because he ain't hot blooded and primal enough for me, I'm a feisty one. Bitch from round the way. I swan back into the dating scene, and set my sites on James Hetfield of Metallica fame.
"Hello James", I say in the most erotic voice I can do with a think Brooklyn accent.

"Eh... Hi", James replies timidly.

Fill in the blanks yourself, I marry James and start a really good thrash metal band called Breastpocalypse. I worry about what the general public will think of my sudden genre switch. They leave comments on my videos calling me a "Sellout" and "A dirty backdoor slutwhore retardsucker".

Why is Brody Dalle allowed switch genres according to who she's with like a big slutty poser?!

No fair.