Let the Creed apologia begin, apparently. Tucked in amongst this collection of rampant ass-hattery (“more and more couples today find that Creed was underrated!” is the only hack statement not made in there) we have this remarkable statement:
By late 2002, singer Scott Stapp was on a near-daily regimen of alcohol and Percocet—prescribed after a car crash
Uh, what? Is Jonah Weiner trying to tell us that Scott Stapp went to the doctor in the aftermath of a car crash and was prescribed a regimen of alcohol and Percocet, but that said regimen was Q-whenever you feels like it? And don’t fuck around with that rum, Scott, go straight for the gin. I’ve seen some nasty Percocet interactions with the other clear liquors…and, furthermore, as your doctor, I demand you buy the good stuff: Hendricks.
Moving on, we get to this:
Listening to Creed today, it’s hard to reconcile the animus against the band with the music.
See, I’d word that differently too. I’d go:
Listening to Creed today, the animus against the band seems another example of liberal namby-pamby-ism; in any functioning Western society, this band would have been forced to eat its own intestines long ago.
It’s basically the same statement, but I think mine captures the sense of it with a little more flair.