Chris Cornell: Killing His Legacy, One Recording at a Time

I hate to say it, but it might be time for Chris Cornell to call it quits. Doing a lackluster singing job on a live version one of his classic recordings is bad enough, but doing it with Linkin Park - and having Chester Bennington and his flat-featured power whine stand in for Eddie Vedder - is the musical equivalent of ripping up the manuscript of the Pulitzer Prize-winning book you wrote fifteen years ago and using the pages to wipe your dingleberry-covered asshole. And then trying to sell it on eBay afterwards.

Years from now, we'll list Cornell's sellout as a giant amongst the great attempts, putting the hit-seeking ways of Metallica and Dave Mustaine to shame. Ass.

Fuck it, I'm not even sure I'd want to see a Soundgarden review now.