They Did What?

2005's Top WTF moments

Sufjan Stevens' Illinois. Argh. Cynical hipsters pre-programmed to embrace fey indie stars and their concept albums rushed to embrace this latest installment of Stevens' ill-advised "50 states in 50 records" project, as if it were a keg of PBR at a house party. Had they listened a bit more closely, they would have heard an admittedly talented musician and arranger with an embarrassingly naive outlook and a willful lack of knowledge of his subject matter. The songs sound like the musings of a seventh-grader who got Daddy to produce his album. I mean, an earnest ballad that humanizes John Wayne Gacy Jr. because serial killers are people too? Hey, Pitchfork, face it: You got Punk'd.

The Bravery Versus the Killers. This was some real what the fuck madness. Each sadly derivative, eye-liner-wearing, copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy fashion band lobbed highly publicized accusations at the other for being, well, a copy. It was like a Triscuit getting in a fight with a Wheat Thin.

Diddy and Jessica Simpson. A lot of people think these two are famous pop stars, but they're not. They're two people who have gotten famous playing the role of famous pop stars; they're all star and no pop. Diddy doesn't even bother to attach himself to records anymore, preferring instead to bullshit with singers, dancers, and rappers about their careers and to hang out at parties. There used to be a name for these kinds of talentless people whose sole ability is a knack for getting close to musicians. We called them groupies.

Mark Poutenis

R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet series. This was the worst of all. Remember in Back to the Future Part II when Marty returns to 1985 to discover that evil Uncle Biff has single-handedly created an alternate reality of fake boobs and bombed-out ghettos that he presides over like a Mafioso methhead? That's Marty's worst nightmare. The disturbing success of this tuneless, melodramatic song cycle — its fans, critical and otherwise; the amount of attention it receives in print and on TV — is mine. I'm not saying this crime is worse than its perpetrator's allegedly peeing on a minor, but it's close.

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