Scott Weiland - Reel around the Fountain

This is Scott Weiland performing a Smiths cover live. It is legit one of the most depraved, soulless fucking things I have ever seen. Scott Weiland embodies every filthy shred of rock excess and pompous posturing - his relentless drug habit, involvement with a horrid "supergroup" (Velvet Revolver), bloated solo career (his new record is apparently a double album), money grubbing reunion tours, performing with cigarette in hand for aesthetic reasons and dreadful fashion sense. Cowboy hat. That's it. That's all you need to know about him. He wears a cowboy hat full-time.

Look at his band. Look at the people responsible for helping him to deliver this atrocity to the world. Stage left - Rick Rubin on guitar. And he can't stop soloing. Why? Then there's Scott. Yeah, wow, you shake your leg just like the Elvis impersonator on drums behind you. On bass, wasn't that guy in the Cult? I like how he remembers once in a while that he's supposed to look "into it" and tries to "groove," but most of the time he just stands there, bored as fuck that he's playing such a decidedly non-rocking tune. Finally, we get the guitar player who was probably recently fired from Jet and needed a new "gig." Sick bell bottoms, bro. He mostly looks lost and is trying to play keep-up with the rest of the band.