If you had the Internet as long ago as, say, 1999, then you might remember the infamously sardonic site Buddyhead. Say what you will about the inflammatory proto-blog, the Buddyhead crew were ahead of their time in approximating the cadence of online music musing. Additionally, their exploits, such as breaking into Fred Durst's office and stealing his red baseball caps, posting celebrity phone numbers in their scathing gossip column and a fire-and-brimstone Axl Rose-based record rating system, became the stuff of legend. So much so that, at the site's peak -- 9 to 12 million page views a month -- they were offered $12 million to sell it, but declined in the name of credibility. Fail! Read all about it in this L.A. Weekly story. Anyhow, Buddyhead's notoriety grew to a point at which getting viciously panned by the site was taken, by some, as a badge of honor.
Especially when it came to their annual best/worst-of list. After lingering with a minimal amount of activity for the last five years or so, Buddyhead came back with a vengeance in 2009, which brought about the return of their gossip column, tales of doing cocaine with rock stars, unfairly vicious record reviews, misspellings, homophobic jokes about homophobia and, of course, their annual round-up of best and worst releases -- which, in 2001, hilariously included System of a Down's Toxicity on both lists.Attack Attack! and the Insane Clown Posse on the worst-of list, while the best-of list was your general mishmash of garage-rockers (King Khan, Reigning Sound, Box Elders, et al.), too-cool-for-school underdogs (Ty Segall, Shannon and the Clams) and can-do-no-wrong legends (Bob Dylan, Jarvis Cocker, Vic Chesnutt). I was surprised to see, among their best-of picks, the self-titled EP by the Magic Wands. Here's what they had to say about it:
This debut is technically only an EP but it's so damn good (plus we heard so few people talking about this band) that we're putting this fucker on here anyways. Sue us. Instantly like-able and totally sugar sweet dreamy danceable pop songs sprinkled with dirty guitars. Think The Jesus And Mary Chain "Honey's Dead" era guitar tones. This transient couple/band who cite both Los Angeles, CA and Nashville, TN as their home, are currently holed up in a San Franciscan studio banging out their first full length that should have you dancing your ass off sometime in 2010. We can't fuckin' wait!
Receiving such high praise from an L.A.-centric group of naysayers such as Buddyhead is an obvious sign that the band are probably wayyyyyyyyy better off in la-la-land than they ever were in our neck of the woods, where their shtick seemed to fall flat on an indifferent audience.