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A sea of pre-teens scream at the top of their lungs to a 60 foot
curtain covering a stage. Suddenly, a huge explosion knocks the banner
from its resting place.
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by Danny Holland - The Metropolitan
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| Guitarist Benji Madden, twin brother to Good
Charlotte lead singer Joel Madden, is who every prepubescent pop-punk
girl dreams of each night before bed. |
Enter Good Charlotte, a band that plays a dated, generic style of
corporate pop-punk that can only be appreciated by 12-year-old girls,
adolescent boys with mohawks and drunken meathead pedophiles.
I had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing this debacle Nov. 14
at the Magness Arena on the Denver University campus.
Good Charlotte started their set with their hit song about how society
hates them. The next few songs went on covering such broad topics
as how difficult father-son relations can be, how boys fall for girls
who are materialistic and, ironically, how the rich and the famous
complain too much. It was punk rock to the max.
At one point in the show, the boys in Good Charlotte informed the
crowd of how cool Colorado is and how “the fans” make
it all happen. Thanks a lot guys, you rock.
During another bout of conversation, Good Charlotte informed the
crowd that they had a new record coming out next summer and that they
were changing their sound a bit. The crowd screamed in approval and
the band launched into a new song.
The song itself was incredibly bad and nobody danced. Even the youngsters
in the front row looked bored.
After about an hour of being subjected to high pitched squealing
that eventually deafened me, my mood perked up because I couldn’t
hear the band anymore.
The screaming young female fans had actually reached decibel levels
that were louder than the band. It was amazing.
You would think that a million dollars worth of equipment could make
a room full of rabid lab monkeys sound like Frank Sinatra but, no,
Good Charlotte still sounded terrible.
Seeing Good Charlotte play live is pretty much like watching *NSYNC
with spikey hair and instruments. Thanks, but no thanks.
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