We expected more of a response from the former Jackopierce singer. At the very least, a few go-to-hell looks or some muttered curses. After all, only two weeks before, we'd said that each one of the songs on Pierce's solo debut, You Are Here, was "a little more insipid than the next," and that the album "is more or less an amalgam of every bad song that's appeared on The Edge in the past three or four years." Not to mention that Pierce "writes in the banal generalities of a life-long Hallmark employee, mistaking meaningless clichés for heartfelt sentiment." Of course, it's not that surprising, since Pierce's best role has always been playing the straight man; his apparent lack of talent has made a lot of room for a sense of humor. Besides, it doesn't really matter what anyone says about your music, as long as you have pretty hair and the blind adoration of every sorority house at SMU.
The same can't be said for Colleen Bradford, possibly better known to a few of you as Necrophilia, singer for The Necro Tonz. Judging by the 1,000-plus-word e-mail she fired off, it seems that Bradford didn't take too kindly to some of the things that were written about her and her band in last week's Street Beat. Specifically: "If you put your face really close to the paper, you can hear us holding our breath in anticipation," in reference to the delayed release of the group's second album, Welcome to Cocktail Hell. Seriously, Colleen, it could have been much worse; we just haven't been able to properly insult anyone since we put up the Christmas tree. For once, Cary Pierce has the right idea. God help us all.
