Where This Meets That
OK, OK, what does the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame really matter, anyway? Nevertheless, tonight, among those inducted will be possibly the most legendary bunch of losers to ever be inducted.
When I get started talking about Guns N’ Roses – the band of racist, xenophobic, homophobic, woman-beating, drug addicted prima donnas that it is – I always sound unnervingly like a grumpy old man bemoaning “these kids today”. Their one redeeming value is that I usually have no reason to talk about them.
But to be inducted into the Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame in their first year of eligibility (it’s been 25 years since they debuted with Appetite for Destruction)?
In their 25 years, they have sparked and sputtered through five albums of mostly original music (plus one of cover songs) with a revolving door lineup of over 20 different band members to produce a four-piece-sound. Talk about an appetite for dysfunction!
Their primary line of critical credit is based on their role in bringing ballsy, distorted electric guitar back into the limelight after the cheesy, big-haired, synthesizer-heavy 1980’s had largely relegated it to an accessory role.
That’s great, and I’m hard pressed to disagree. But so what? What is legendary about reinvention? HINT: It’s all about the marketing.
Guns N’ Roses are caricatures of rock and roll debauchery. Caricatures are great when used satirically, but when they take themselves seriously, they’re just sad. This band’s induction to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame only cheapens the accolade.