I have been a fan of the Las Vegas band known as The Killers since their debut album was released not too long ago, but have never really known too much about the group. In fact, I couldn't have even picked one of the members out of a line up, so I guess "fan" isn't the correct term to use. Let's say I was an advocate of their music. Well, now I can pick them out of a line up after their performance on Saturday Night Live's season premiere, and what a disappointment their show was.
First off, SNL has ceased to be funny. They go through phases and this is not one of the high points for them. Dane Cook started off poorly in the opening monologue and couldn't produce the laughs the show so desperately needed.
However, this is not about the show's disappointment. This is about The Killers disappointment. We will begin with this interesting tidbit of opinionated information. The lead singer of the group, Brandon Flowers, can't sing. I'm serious. He is bad. They must pull out some nifty gadgets to get his vocal chords in shape for an album.
Here is the second, and more important, part of my criticizing post. The band members all seem like caricatures of real people. During the first number Flowers seemed to be a Buddy Holly impersonator and then he transformed into Ferris Bueller performing at a bar mitzvah. The drummer was a dead ringer for Jason Lee's television personality Earl Hickey. Slash, from Guns N' Roses, was playing guitar accompanied by Kurt Cobain's clone. It's like this group is a tribute band to the player's favorite celebrities.
After a great freshman album, a cool new single currently being played on the radio and the band paying homage to a casino I won a poker tournament at with their new album title, I was all aboard for the return of The Killers. Tonight ruined all of that.
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