Make it Stop: A Bad Music Podcast

We're back, Stoppies! It's time for round 3 of the most vile, self-indulgent, moronic, insipid, and downright delusional musical monstrosities the world has to offer. Summer break's over, and it's time for Heather and Mike to strap back in to eviscerate another batch of bad albums--slaughtering sacred cows like The Doors and Tool and even their own favorites like Chance the Rapper and Radiohead...

IGH! It's The Big Day today, Stoppies, the Season 3 Premiere of Make It Stop! And to celebrate our Big Day, we're reviewing... The Big Day! Chance The Rapper's "first album" and massive fall from grace. After dropping his all time classic mixtape Acid Rap and following it up with the massively successful gospel rap fusion of Coloring Book, Chance finally released an official album -- a concept album about loving his wife, loving god, and really really REALLY loving his wife...

On this week's Make It Stop, Ellen Kempner and Larz Brogan of Palehound join us to talk about Québécois Pop Punk Pariahs Simple Plan and their contentious debut album No Pads, No Helmets, Just Balls. We get to talking about the Pop Punk generation gap and the questionable validity of adult men marketing music to pre-teen girls, and we ultimately learn the shocking truth that Palehound may not even exist if not for Avril Lavigne...

DISCLAIMER: Tool fans beware. We will be saying very mean things about the band Tool on this episode of Make It Stop! If you do not want to hear people say mean things about Tool, do not click play. To everyone else: It's Tool Time. Time to talk about Tool, one of the most divisive bands in rock music. Known for their odd time signatures, snaking arpeggios and minor key dirges, Tool's unique approach to metal has ammassed them equal shares of devoted fanatics and vehement detractors...

Dionysus. The Backdoor Man. Mr. Mojo Risin'. The Lizard King. The Mythical American Poet, Jim Morrison. That's one person you won't be hearing on today's episode of Make It Stop. Comedian Ethan Marsh from Old School Game Show joins the fray this week to discuss The Doors' Full Circle...

Ignored during their prime and largely forgotten today, mid-aughts scene starlets Millionaires pioneered a brazenly sexual and depraved style of pop music which smashed the glass ceiling of doing songs about snorting coke off hard dicks. Local drag superstar and 'trash pop' superfan Sham Payne joins Mike and Heather to drink a shameful amount of Four Loko while discussing two of Millionaires' EPs and analyzing their impact on music and culture. We also talk a lot (and I mean a LOT) about cum...

Blow out the candles on all your Frankensteins, because it's Halloween. Time to get spooky you cowards. This time around we've got friend of the pod and recovering goth Brittni in the house to talk Marilyn Manson. We tackle his maligned 2007 release EAT ME, DRINK ME, an album which delves into his ephebophilic on-again-off-again abusive relationship with a barely legal Evan Rachel Wood in disgustingly lurid detail...

We're riding the honky tonk high speed rail all the way to the bank this week with the be-flannelled, bud' chuggin' y'all boys of Florida Georgia Line and their 2019 bro-country daggum opus "Can't Say I Ain't Country".

This week we're joined by Chris the Elder and Chris the Younger from the We'z Talkin' Weez 2 Thee podcast. We tap into their boundless Weezer knowledge to try to make sense of 2009's Raditude. Rife with cringe lyrics, questionable genre bending and incompatible collaborations, Raditude oozes unbearable corniness. We discuss the once mighty rock giants' fall from grace and gradual transformation into a childrens' novelty rock act. We discuss Rivers Cuomo's questionable proclivities...

Even though they'd go on to extend their careers another three decades, The Rolling Stones were already Old Bags of Bones when they released Dirty Work in 1986. Mick Jagger was content to sod off and work on his questionable solo project, Charlie Watts was so zonked on heroin the band needed to hire session drummers to finish the record, and the rest of the band was so sick of each other that they all retreated into the world of oversized neon pink blazer afficionada...