Nickelback has always seemed to me to be emblematic of everything that is wrong with mainstream rock: trite, monotonous, cliched–a least common denominator for people who still listen to hair metal stations on satellite radio. I was unfortunate enough to live through the 80’s, and even have to admit to seeing Motley Crue, Cinderella, Bon Jovi, and Ratt live. (The Scorpions too, but I won’t label them an 80’s hair band.) Motley Crue went from edgy dick rock to commercial dick rock: 10 Seconds to Love became Girls, Girls, Girls. That transition led me to the conclusion that songs written about strippers or for strippers are never good. Never.
-Greg Horton, The Parish