Guilty pleasure.

On a whim, and presented with a cheap CD at the supermarket, I picked up a copy of a Nickelback CD from a couple of years ago that seems to have reappeared off the back of a successful single (the depressingly listenable “Rockstar”).

It’s been running around and around in my car for the last week or so, the kind of big, dumb, generic guitar rock that I default to when the sun comes out. I even started to enjoy it, until I began to pay attention to the occasional snatch of lyric. How’s this:

“Photograph” by Nickelback:

Look at this photograph. Every time I do it makes me laugh. How did our eyes get so red, And what the hell is on Joey's head?

I feel like no further comment is necessary, don’t you?

(Apparently “Photograph” is being released as a single in a couple of months. There’s good warning to burn your radios in plenty of time — just in case.)