U2. I know. They're everybody's favorite band. I know I'm a terrible person for not liking them. I know Bono supports a lot of great causes. His voice grates on my nerves and I can't make myself like their music. In my utterly worthless opinion, they bore me. I hear a U2 song and I'm instantly looking for something else to do.
Rolling Stones. WHAT??? Yeah, I'm sorry. I know Mick is one of the best front men in history and Charlie Watts is half metronome, but it leaves me cold. Sure, Keith is a fascinating zombie, but I can't get past the things I would like to change in their sound. You can direct all of your hate mail to me now.
Kiss. Oh, now I've done it. I can feel the mushroom blast of intense loathing and searing anguish from deep inside my bunker. The Kiss army has just dusted off the plans labeled, "Scorched Earth." Sorry. I never liked them. I think it has to do with the fact that I prefer bands that focus on playing music as opposed to bands who focus on playing dress up.
The people at the Witness Protection Program aren't returning my calls anymore.