Guns 'N Roses "Appetite for Destruction" [1987]

This is a textbook example of the sort of bad-boy band where using derogatory language to describe their music would likely be taken as a complement. But let me try anyway: these guys suck monkey dick. Weakling rockers who need multiple axes just to sound like one guitarist with actual balls support the most screechingly horrifying high-pitched racist of all time (at least until Ann Coulter came along), lead singer Axl Rose. When he isn't imitating Janis Joplin on a stretching rack, Rose is channeling a cartoon version of Iggy Pop (which is really the Tasmanian Devil -- how fucking lame is that?). What he's so goddamn pissed off about is anyone's guess; there are no injustices cited here save the several Rose is foisting on his listeners himself. Perhaps the piling up of stolen dumbass leads from Ace Frehley and Angus Young by Addams Family-reject Slash has gotten under Rose's skin, and he's taking it out on everyone he's paranoid might not share his hazy, department-store-leather and narcotic B.O. worldview. That would include absolutely everybody not hiding in an 80s fantasy of hair-banging bullshit.