|We Are Retarded: Good Riddance|
Will.i.scam stated to an audience that they would indeed take a break, but admonished all that “it doesn’t mean we stop creating,” notably leaving his definition of “creating” ambiguous, as always. That means the succubus will release another solo piece of auto tune garbage to compete my pet red headed goat Rihanna and Katy Perry, the bedazzled Kelly Bundy. This could be interpreted as a threat, Will.i.scam has proven that he can make craptastic "music" with other people and he will "phunk up" somebody's movie. Didn't quite understand his role in X-Men Origins, but I celebrated his demise. So get ready world...
What exactly are you creating? Inspiration for cranial bludgeoning? Insidious beats, lobotomizing beats through mind numbing constant exposure? The Compilation of the Peas Catalogue can be summed up thusly: Let's Get Retarded in Here: Idiocracy The Musical. But hey, at least these guys are honest about their agenda. Having seen the children of the world transformed into a tone-deaf choir of space monkeys dancing for a Spring Break webcam—-I can assure you that the plan is working. Actually it has worked, as you can tell by the "artists" on Billboards
Will.i.am has the lyrical skills of a chimp with down syndrome but it's only one smart part of the tragedy that is the music scene. All we can do is watch the pile up on the freeway and hope we see body parts before the semi that is the music industry plunge off the cliff. "creating"...shouting "woo hoo" over other people's song's is not creation. My shih-tzu's tightly discarded coils in the yard are more "creative" than anything the BEP's have done. Just standing on stage and letting the lights flash and the computer programs run is the opposite of "creativity" unless you are Rihanna, then you have to hypnotize people from listening to those goat sounds emanating from that mouth.
I am partying now that this circus sideshow will blissfully cut the computers off, dump the LED lights and the succubus will return to the right hand side of her dark lord and master and prepare a place for Ke$ha, Katy Perry, Rihanna and that Rebecca Black abomination.
How they made money from any "song" is nothing short of amazing. For them to perform weak raps over beats over unaltered beats from the 60's, 70's and 80's...How is that any different than if I pissed on a Picasso and then declared myself a talented artist?
BEP's take an indefinite break: If I had a pocket full of phucks, I wouldn't give one!