Published on September 27th, 2011 | by Patrick Delehanty2
Delehanty’s Musical Past Part 2: Nu Metal, Sw1tched
By now, it’s no state secret that I have quite a depressing and horrendous trek of musical taste before 19. Like, really bad. In starting the preparation of this particular post, I started wondering why the hell I am even doing it. And honestly, I have no idea. I think I enjoy poking fun at myself too much to let my musical past just die a quiet and suitable death. I should grab a broom and sweep it under the couch for it never to be brought up ever, EVER, again. It won’t, it never will- my friends still to this day give me grief about it. But with all of that said, my musical past is a treasure trove of nu metal booty- it needs to be released and talked about for the sake of it’s ridiculousness. I listened to it all dude, you name a nu metal band, I listened to it. I was like the Pitchfork and Under the Radar of nu metal. I was a nu metal hipster- baggy carpenter jeans and black band tshirts- trying my damn hardest to be that hard kid with the tumultuous upbringing. Cross that, I was THE nu metal hipster.
It’s been almost 10 years since my days as the poster boy for this chapter of music that most would rather not talk about or admit to, of course understandably. I was at my parent’s house this weekend and I was doing the ceremonial old cd case glance that I do from time to time when I am home in my old room. Upon looking, I got more and more thankful for how I turned out and blossomed musically, because some of those that got caught up in this never left, still to this day. Not saying my musical taste is the end all be all of tastes, because it’s not. I still listen to, by society’s standards, borderline hush-hush pop music and cheesy R&B. I will gladly lay my defense sword down in that regard and admit defeat, I sometimes have many (too many at that) guilty pleasures to some. But in my opinion, sometimes I just don’t want to think about what I’m listening to, not every band or song has to take my breath away for my enjoyment. But there is way more good taste than bad in today’s aspect, way more. Nu metal, however, is long far off in the distance of my rear view mirror and a nice hefty laugh that I still have every now and then; and why shouldn’t I? It’s pure comedy, I guess that’s why I write about it, it’s absolutely funny to me that I listened to this stuff.
Let me prove my point; I loved this band called Sw1tched. No, not Switched- that’d be too conformist, I’m talking about Sw1tched. The Immortal Records (one of nu metal’s main havens) band and one of the more obscure acts of the genre (see what I mean, Pitchfork status), Sw1tched was one of my favorites back then. Why? No clue, couldn’t tell you. But alas, the record Subject to Change was in heavy rotation in my sweet ass whip, a 98 Chevy Cavalier- decals and all. Take a listen…