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The first song that I ever liked, beside my mediocre appreciation of classic rock, was a U2 song. "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me," to be exact, from the Batman Forever movie. I still maintain that song is fucking awesome but I have no concern for nor relation to U2 other than that.
Smashing Pumpkins, however, was one of those bands that crystalized my middle-class, pre-teen angst and, therefore, get nostalgia points for showing up.
So it comes down to a twat I know only through the noise tunnel of political humanitarian activism and a twat I know far more personally. However, the twat you do know can often be more offensive than the twat you don't. I shall place them both past the line of contrast and say rubbish is rubbish.
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