Let’s talk about the Devil Wears Prada for a minute
Obviously I can’t choose Hot Topic-y mall-punk bands for this blog because, well, there are a million of them and a thousand things to make fun of, and I have a job, so…
But today I had to notice that the Devil Wears Prade is taking it up a notch in ways that annoy me, so let’s start from the beginning.
In the beginning, there weren’t any lies. You knew this was shitty mall-metal because the dudes had terrible tattoos, dyed their flat-ironed hair and made “rock” hand gestures in their press photos. It’s honest, and I appreciate that. You skate outside the chic-fil-a, you like Brokencyde, whatever. I don’t care. My vaginal sealing ceremony wasn’t inspired by dudes like this - they just didn’t matter.
This is a bit more confusing. Why the solemn faces? You guys rock! You are on the cover of shitty magazines! Chicks want to fuck you! This band is being coached by someone at a funeral parlor. Is this super fun Christian metal or am I crazy?!
What the fuckkkk? It’s equal parts skinheads, rockabilly nerds, rednecks and guys who have never, ever held a weapon before and would pretty much die before they figured out how to use them. The photographer here even used the most photoshop filters possible to make them look presentable. They look like they’re at a goddamned Easter egg hunt.
I can’t wait to see the next evolution in this band’s “look”! Seriously, I can’t.
