Is it a good idea to use a band’s Greatest Hits record as an introduction to their body of work? It’s an arguable point, but the b-side and deep-tracks fetishist in me says no. For every Man In The Box, there’s a Right Turn. For every Welcome To The Jungle there’s a Rocket Queen. Where Even Flow and Jeremy ended, Given To Fly and W.M.A. began. And so on. The hits are rarely my favorites.

If there were ever a possible exception to the rule, however, I’d say Stereophonics fit the bill. Pulling from 5 number one albums and 25 top 40 singles, Decade In The Sun is a surprisingly potent sampling of the band’s 12-year history, collectively shining bright enough to finally get the attention of musical ADD sufferers like myself.

We here at Antiquiet have had our fair share of trouble and then some, but there’s one thing I’m fucking certain of. The new Hilary Duff video is hands-down, without a doubt, seriously infringing the shit out of some copyrights:

I think what pisses me off the most about this is that Ryan Tedder of OneRepublic claimed a co-writing credit on the track, for the music- which is nothing more than Depeche Mode’s Personal Jesus; verse for verse, chorus for chorus. Even Hilary’s hook only changes one word from the original.

The Electric Six show in Los Angeles Friday night was, as expected, a sizzling sex-rock love affair. The band was in top form, rocking in their special Electric way that’s made us such rabid fans here at Antiquiet.

The show was epic, it was awesome, and it lived up to my previous description of them as ’supreme champions of everything unholy and awesome about rock n’ roll.’

But enough about that. The real gem of the evening was my merch-table discovery of a CD called Sexy Trash, a 30-track collection of odds, ends, b-sides and interludes available exclusively at a club near you when Electric Six rolls through on their Hittin’ The Walls And Workin’ The Middle tour. The songs cover the band’s 11-year career, and a brief description of each song from lead singer Dick Valentine is included on the back.

Washed up rocker drowning in his own excess? A middle-aged Axl disciple gone astray? One of the last great rock stars? Whatever you call him, Scott Weiland is a chameleon of many shades, and proves it in spades with Happy In Galoshes, his second solo effort.

Despite being a notorious slave to the vein and having been fired from two chart-topping, Grammy-winning, platinum-selling bands for being a fuckup and a diva, the serpentine vocalist marches onward with the cocky swagger of John Holmes at a nude beach. As usual, it suits him well.

Question: How does one add to the humiliation of being in a band like this?

Answer: By inviting Avril Lavigne onstage at one of their shows to impersonate Joan Jett, of all fucking people. That’s exactly what 80’s metal parody band Steel Panther (formerly known as Metal Skool) did Monday night when they pulled Miss Complicated onstage for a super-short, brutally bad rendition of I Love Rock N’ Roll. Watch the video…