A record label that wishes to remain nameless started a blog recently to document some truly awful demos they received over the years. This presents me with a dilemma.On the one hand, I think you should only laugh at Big Targets. People who can take it. You know, be like The Marx Brothers and make fun of the Margaret Dumonts of the world. It's too easy to laugh at the poor slob who wants to make it big in music, but doesn't have the chops or equipment or connections to make it happen. I don't like when people put themselves on a Hip Pedestal so they can laugh at the unsophistication of others.
On the other hand, holy shit, there is some comedy gold on this site. Especially since most of the songs are delivered in a Chesapeake southern drawl that sounds like Philly Boy Roy crossed with Kenny Powers.
If I had to pick a favorite, it'd be this one, which the anonymous label describes as being "like a step aerobics class from hell". I would have said "like a step aerobics class from hell that just dropped acid".
