Somewhere out there, a Cream commenter is about to have her "uterus sprout legs and run for the border." It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that the David Cross-proclaimed third-worst band of all time, Creed, have put in motion plans for their first, and likely not last, attempt at a comeback album and tour. Scott Stapp has said: "I wouldn't call it a reunion. It's a renewing and a rebirth." While the internet has been abuzz with talk of the band's reformation for a few months now, it is this Rolling Stone article, published today and providing initial deets as to the band's quest for world re-abomination, that caused me to spit my morning coffee across my desk in a reaction of shock, awe, laughter, fear and panic, as it was reported that:
[Scott] Stapp and [Mark] Tremonti already have six demos for the new album, which they plan on recording shortly in Nashville. They are currently looking for a producer. "We're reached out to Brendan O'Brien, Mutt Lange, Bob Rock, Steve Lillywhite and six or seven more," says Stapp.
Yes, you read that right. As if occupying the same space as John Rich and Kid Rock weren't bad enough, we in Music City will soon be in the closest of proximity to the unparalleled master of Vedder-apin' Christ-rockin' douchery, Scott Stapp.
In case we're not, it was also reported that band's tour, which kicks off Aug. 6, will end in Nashville on Oct. 14 at a venue TBA. That gives you a little less than six months to duct tape your windows shut and stock up on non-perishable food.