By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
By Gina Tron
By Jon Solomon
7. Sufjan Stevens's Illinois: Argh. Cynical hipsters pre-programmed to embrace fey indie stars and their concept albums rushed to embrace this latest installment in Stevens's ill-advised "50 states in 50 records" project, as if it were a keg of PBR at a house party. Had they listened a bit more closely, they would have heard an admittedly talented musician and arranger with an embarrassingly naive outlook and a willful lack of knowledge about his subject matter. The songs sound like the musings of a seventh-grader who got Daddy to produce his album. I mean, an earnest ballad that humanizes John Wayne Gacy Jr. because serial killers are people, too? Hey, Pitchfork, face it: You got Punk'd.
8. The Bravery versus the Killers: This was some real what-the-fuck madness. Each sadly derivative, eyeliner-wearing, copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy fashion band lobbed highly publicized accusations at the other for being, well, a copy. It was like a Triscuit getting in a fight with a Wheat Thin.
9. Diddy and Jessica Simpson: A lot of people think these two are famous pop stars, but they're not. They're two people who have gotten famous playing the role of famous pop stars; they're all star and no pop. Diddy doesn't even bother to attach himself to records anymore, preferring instead to bullshit with singers, dancers and rappers about their careers and to hang out at parties. There used to be a name for such talentless people whose sole ability was a knack for getting close to musicians: We called them groupies.
10. R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet series: This was the worst of all. Remember in Back to the Future Part II, when Marty returns to 1985 to discover that evil Uncle Biff has single-handedly created an alternate reality of fake boobs and bombed-out ghettos over which he presides like a mafioso meth-head? That's Marty's worst nightmare. The disturbing success of this tuneless, melodramatic song cycle -- its fans, critical and otherwise; the amount of attention it received in print and on TV -- is mine. I'm not saying that this crime is worse than its perpetrator allegedly peeing on a minor, but it's close.