Weekly fecal

by

comment

When you want to appear tormented, fucked-up, broken, desperate, disparate, whatever — you can’t do it half-assed. That’s the real problem for Cole Guerra. No matter how stamped on, walked over and beaten up he’s been, it’s just not enough. This guy wants to sound like David Gray and Keane and Neutral Milk Hotel all wrapped as a stick-to-your-shoe gummy confection. True torment doesn’t have female backing vocals. Broken-down songwriters don’t write hooks, they hang from them. Maybe Cole Guerra wants to find the happy medium between weep and radio airplay, but didn’t John Maher, Jason Mraz and Howie Day all try that? It sucked then and it sucks now.

L.M. Smith writes about music for Metro Times. Send comments to letters@metrotimes.com.

We welcome readers to submit letters regarding articles and content in Detroit Metro Times. Letters should be a minimum of 150 words, refer to content that has appeared on Detroit Metro Times, and must include the writer's full name, address, and phone number for verification purposes. No attachments will be considered. Writers of letters selected for publication will be notified via email. Letters may be edited and shortened for space.

Email us at letters@metrotimes.com.

Support Local Journalism.
Join the Detroit Metro Times Press Club

Local journalism is information. Information is power. And we believe everyone deserves access to accurate independent coverage of their community and state. Our readers helped us continue this coverage in 2020, and we are so grateful for the support.

Help us keep this coverage going in 2021. Whether it's a one-time acknowledgement of this article or an ongoing membership pledge, your support goes to local-based reporting from our small but mighty team.

Join the Metro Times Press Club for as little as $5 a month.