Hometown Trash

Some songs earn their keep by being exactly as terrible as advertised. Ich liebe alles an dir außer deinem Freund—I love everything about you except your boyfriend—is that kind of song: proudly trashy, built entirely around a hook that makes you feel slightly dumb for knowing all the words. What makes it both worse and better is that the band is from my hometown. There’s something you can’t quite shake about hearing your own regional DNA wrapped around a sentiment that stupid. It came from the same place you did. You can’t dismiss it the way you’d dismiss a stranger’s garbage. You just play it again.