Hootie and the Blowfish I didn't fully appreciate just how badly a band could suck until I was forcibly introduced to Hootie and the Blowfish in '94. It wasn't rock, it wasn't pop and it wasn't country, but apparently it was close enough to each to be pumped out by every music outlet in America for a good nine months or so. Hootie played sopping, offensively limp-dicked crossover tripe, and there was nowhere to escape it, because God knows they were probably playing that shit in hell.

The fact that Darius Rucker has salvaged a country career does not sit well with me, either. You're Hootie, motherfucker. You thought we forgot? NATHAN SMITH

Limp Bizkit I'm not going to lie. I know all the words to "Break Stuff," and I can sing it at the drop of the hat. That doesn't negate the fact that Limp Bizkit was pretty lame. Really, they were the alt-rock equivalent of Eminem.

Singer Fred Durst used "fuck" more than he should have while delivering lines about violence and sexist slurs in between pulling lines from popular rock songs. On the other hand, their guitarist, Wes Borland, was some sort of man/ape hybrid who wore blackout contacts and just looked creepy in general. It was a weird combination that probably made sense in its own corner of the world, but everyone else was just trying to escape the douche-waves it created. ALYSSA DUPREE

The Offspring Man, I know that The Offspring once put out some pretty sweet punk music, but at some point these fools decided - enough with the punk music, let's put out some terrible jams and call it a day. They're at their worst in that abysmal pop-punk phase, where their lyrics are utterly ham-fisted and unintentionally ironic, and the vocals are grating at best. ANGELICA LEICHT

Savage Garden Savage Garden was truly awful. Their pop love songs were deeply wimpy, so balls-less they surely bred a generation of women who went on to date and marry only madly insufferable, insensitive and abusive assholes. JESSE SENDEJAS JR.

Stone Temple Pilots Time revises history. Stone Temple Pilots, by now, have almost been canonized as one of the original innovators of grunge alongside Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden. I'm here to tell you they fucking weren't. Derivative from the very beginning, Scott Weiland's voice changed from album to album as he remained too fantastically stoned to remember who he was supposed to be ripping off.

Their music got poppier as it went along, but they weren't all that great when they were "harder." It's not just you; these guys were always disappointing. JOHN SEABORN GRAY

Sugar Ray Every single song from Sugar Ray gives me the heebie-geebies. Like, literally every song. There's something about Mark McGrath's voice that is like an itch that cannot be scratched, and "Someday" is the worst itch of the entire catalog, although they're all a close second in terms of annoyance. Perhaps they should have stayed a funk-metal band, which is where their sound originated from, because anything would be better than the junk they put out. ANGELICA LEICHT

(DIS)HONORABLE MENTION Hanson Semisonic Smash Mouth