I get how it works. I just don’t care. I’m not interested in squeezing something so tight that I get every last drop. I don’t want, need, or care about every last drop. Those last drops usually don’t taste as good anyway. My thirst is usually well quenched far before that final drop.
…ic snob, but even I know enough to be put off by them. Their riffs, formulaic; their lyrics, banal. They have this scrubbed-clean, corporatish, hard-rock-with-a-haircut sound, what I assume is a byproduct of the weird nu-metal radio blip (see also: Disturbed, Staind) of the early 2000s. When I hear songs with that sound, I picture an A&R rep in a conference room giving a PowerPoint on the resurrection of metal, which is also pretty much the most un-metal thing I can imagine.