
Claiming some Dad-Rock cred here and fuck you if that bothers you. Although, I gotta admit that I was gobsmacked when I first saw the term “dad rock” and wondered if I needed to get some Geritol to go with my AARP membership and Metamucil dosage in the mornings whilst listening to Aerosmith. I refuse to let punk kids who won’t GET OFF MY LAWN ruin my day by insulting the soundtrack of my life.
That aside, nothing screams Dad Rock (or classic rock if you’re uptight about labels) louder than U2....
Published on December 16, 2014 05:00