Beware the false troubadour at all costs
They are born into this world between the ages of 19 and 25 with some cookie cutter backstory about how they “risked it all” to “pursue their dreams.” I cannot pin down exactly which aging rock star is undergoing the treatment from The Substance per say, but watch out for which legends disappear for a week while these guys are out in public. That should give you some clue as to who’s chest cavity these young, Netflix-faced men have spawned from. My question is, why do all of them have to pose at some slanted, aloof angle with a leather jacket and mog the camera? Will their handler ever let them smile, or are they contractually obligated to look as depressed as humanly possible?
I don’t like YUNGBLUD, I think he looks like a sexy Chipotle bag come to life to make mid punk-ish pop. I don’t like Role Model, I think he looks like sexy Chipotle bag come to life to make mid country-ish pop.
...why does he look like an evil adopted child that would throw the family cat out of the window and then blame you for leaving the window open? So many questions but no answers. Why does he have blood on his little ringer tee? He definitely killed that cat, I just can’t prove it.
...I come back to you guys with the emptiest of hands, like a mid-century pauper with a bloody cough stretching his hands out to beg for God’s mercy. I have nothing left to give my lord, nothing! You’ve taken my legs and my children from me!
...he’s basically stating, “I don’t want to fuck someone else, but I guess if I have to, I will :c(. But when I leave a hickey, it’ll be in honor of you bb girl.”
I could understand the appeal of this guy’s music only for middle school and high school aged girls who are experiencing breakups and romantic endeavors for the first time, that makes sense.
Beware the false troubadour at all costs.