Wow, based on last night’s Grammy Award telecast, the music biz has found a new look, and it’s Black Lantern all the way! Most performers dressed in dark, or gunmetal, with lots of metallics — hell even Dave Matthews looked like he stepped out of a SAW movie, which is a sure sign of the apocalypse. In keeping with the SF vibe, production numbers are huge and elaborate. It’s not enough to just write and sing the songs any more, you have to be an acrobat…
Or a futuristic alien from Click n’ Drag circa 1996:
The Black Eyed Peas went full-on comic book.
Is that Judge Fergie I spy?
And doom.i.am?
Beyonce came out with a full battalion of some kind of death troopers behind her, but we couldn’t find a picture of it. and courtesy of io9’s own futistic Grammy galery, here’s a look at her Imperial Guard retainers:
Luckily. The Jonas Brothers came as characters from a Gilbert Hernandez comic:
And while you can rejoice that there will always be a fat guy in a knit cap…
The sad reality is that some poor victim is always going to have to sit behind Lady Gaga’s headpiece and miss ALL the action.
Everyone knows music has sucked more and more since the ’80s ended. MTV and VH1 are basically reality TV networks that have next to nothing to do with music. Alternative and rap ruined music as we knew it. Everyone knows it, that’s why nobody pays any attention to today’s music and my comment is the only one here. The record companies have stifled creativity in the pursuit of “safe” hits within the generic, cookie cutter template for mediocre success that has become so irrelevant and ad nauseum, only die hard music listeners with an acquired taste for droning, repetitious garbage can stand listening to it. But enough kids have been brainwashed into thinking that today’s music may have some entertainment value beyond all the flashing, repetitious cheesecake images in videos glorifying the many ills of a morally challenged society, so they buy the packaged, regurgitated, xeroxed sound devoid of any creative life and originality until they become old enough to see that it’s all an unsatisfying waste of time and money. But enough kids apparently still support a broken and slowly dying recording industry on life support, so that nothing ultimately changes and totally meaningless awards shows continue to be aired in spite of a seemingly never ending flood of excruciatingly mundane sounds that don’t have any real relation to the word “music”, covered over with heaps of cheap flavored cheesecake. VH1 says “save the music.” I say “what music?”