Taken from here.
"Rainbow Butt Monkeys: This Canadian band used to put out mildly entertaining quirky hard rock. Then they changed their name to the mundane Finger 11 and became really, really boring."
Only half-true. But then again this writer is not telling us how he defines boring, for my love of classical genius Wagner may be considered boring to many, but I find it anything but. Regardless, RBM were not going to remain quirky, because the Canadian music scene would not allow that. Time to face the facts, one CANCON minutiae at a time.
I've spent the last few years contemplating the Canadian music scene, with no real conclusion. I have no aspirations to be a musician (my vocal training shot out the door a few years back, and I'm still trying to get the circular breathing down on my mad didgeridoo skills), but the whole system beguiles me to put it mildly. Call me a cynic (go on, I dare you), but I despair for the entire Canadian music world.
It is not to say that there are a lack of unique and wholly talented musicians here in the great land of poutine, Bob and Dog, and 40 different Inuit words for snow, as I know personally or know of a great many, but it seems like the entire system is set to regurgitate the same banal product for common goal of fame. There's an even greater rub to the whole matter in that so often in music groups, artists, triangle players desire a great level of notoriety. We gauge this notoriety based on American cultural standards as do record companies. Value as musicians come with a units-sold price sticker or the potential to hock carbonated beverages and shoe lines. The sad reality in all of this is that the uniqueness we claim to value is disintegrated once we decide that we need high-level coverage.
