Let me start by saying I was raised Catholic, so I know a thing or two about guilt. But honestly I’ve never been into the idea of a “guilty pleasure.” If I enjoy something, why the hell should I feel guilty about it? This goes double for music. I think people often find themselves embarrassed or ashamed when they like a singer or band who their peers disapprove of. I’ve always felt the opposite.
In high school, I loved grunge and discovered punk. But I was also a huge fan of Amy Grant’s Heart In Motion, and I made sure all my friends knew this. They hated me for this, of course. But I delighted in the fact that my enjoyment of something could cause such ire in others. I would add many bands into this category over the years: EMF, Spin Doctors, Steve Winwood, etc. But for this feature, I choose… STP!
That’s right, STP. Not the punk band STP from the classic L7/Sonic Youth/Nirvana split 7″ of 1990, but the Stone Temple Pilots. Yes, the million-plus-selling, grunge-bandwagon-jumping, heroin-loving-singer-having socal douche bags that pretty much everyone in the indie rock “community” loves to hate! Well I’m very sorry nerds, because STP is the band I love to love, no apologies!
Now I’m mostly talking Core here, I’m not going to get in to the finer points of Shangri-La Dee Da because I don’t know if there are any, and frankly I don’t give a shit. Great title, though! So yeah, Core, and even more specifically, the amazing opening track “Dead and Bloated”. This is my jam! “I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed…” Hell yeah! This song is loud, heavy, arrogant, and pisses off most people I know every time I play it. I don’t have a list of guilty pleasures, but if I did, pissing off my friends would be at the top.
Hutch Harris is lead vocalist and guitarist for the Portland, OR trio, The Thermals. He is currently working on the group’s fifth studio album, Personal Life, due out for release this September.