For the past week, the Daily’s Arts and Entertainment section has run a series of articles entitled “Hardcore Happy Hour,” which are foolishly devoted to a pitiful genre of music.

We blame YOU, Ben Jones, for this travesty of music journalism. For the past semester you have championed smugness in worthless journalism. Who do you think you are, with your tie-dyed shirts and sunglasses — Phil Lesh?

We understand you miss the salad days of hardcore music, Ben, but who cares enough to read your articles? We tried twice, with your metal stereotype column and your top 10 list, but we could hardly finish them without questioning the value of the printed word.

We are surprised the Daily allows for such a waste of printing space. Adding to that injury is the insult of poor, poor writing. What do the sponsors think of the bunk written around their advertisements? Now, you may have inspired someone to remember the days of Pungent Stench, Cannibal Corpse and the glorious Cosmic Abortion. However, we hardly attribute it to your “blood and bile” hyperboles.

Finally, we noticed that in spite of your love affair with heavy metal music, you have been criticizing the old news of the Cassini probe. Ben, wouldn’t you agree that if the probe exploded and spread plutonium in the atmosphere, the earth would look real killer as an Obituary album cover? Be honest now.

Rock on, Doug Clifford!!

Tony Lombardo

Sophomore

Pre-business

Travis White

Sophomore

Pre-journalism and mass communication