Hate is a strong word, and the brother of Love. Hate is Cain. Hate is the vengeful, rumble-vision demon within us that clouds our judgement and makes us weaker versions of ourselves. I don’t like using the word “hate,” and I avoid it whenever possible. I choose Love.
But let me say, unequivocally, I hate Creed.
I hate Creed like I hate Nickelback.
What I find so distasteful about Creed isn’t even necessarily their music -- which is garbage -- but rather their attitude. They come from this holier-than-thou place that masquerades as being for Jesus, but ends up looking more like trying to get on Jesus’ level, if Jesus were played by Jason Borne with a voice like Eddie Vedder, and obsessed over his hair and washboard abs.
Even the name Creed is self-involved and taking a number two on everyone else. A creed is a statement of belief. A Creed is a statement of braggadocio.
Coming clean here, I don’t actually know any Creed songs; which speaks volumes about my distaste for them, and also my complete lack of credibility. But probably my favorite Creed song is one that <a href="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS/tag/dj-house-shoes">House Shoes</a> introduced to me called “Gibba Gab,” documented here in this video known as “Creed Shreds Again.