5. Buckcherry Why? Actually, we're not exactly sure. We certainly see the bro appeal; Buckcherry started off churning out simplistic but not altogether terrible high-octane sports-rawk but soon went full bro with "Crazy Bitch," a song you can find in every bro's iPod for those days when his girl is being bitchy for no reason, flipping out on him for dumb shit like leaving dishes in the sink, not cleaning up after his friends, slipping her sister a roofie, and so on.
It's easy to imagine Buckcherry blasting through a brodude's earphones while he angrily pumps iron. We're just not sure why the bros have clung to them so long after the rest of the world was done with them (about three months after "Crazy Bitch" left the airwaves). It's a pretty rare case of dudebros displaying band loyalty despite waning popularity, and if it wasn't wasted on Buckcherry, it would be kind of admirable.
Dudebro rebuttal: "Hey, did you know their name is just Chuck Berry with the first letters switched around? Hahahahahaha! AWESOME!!!"
Reviews: Buckcherry at Warehouse Live, April 25, 2012
3. Limp Bizkit Why? Just have a look at Fred Durst: There's your first broseph in rock, right there. He's got the look, he's got the attitude, he's got the tribal tats and even the immaculately-trimmed little goatee.
But more than that, Limp Bizkit were the first to marry hard rock and rap in such a straightforward way that any meathead could follow along. Gone was rap's tendency to examine society at large, and gone was any trace of metal's habit of challenging perceptions and terrifying the unworthy with horror and darkness.
The only horror and darkness to be afraid of was that spewing from Durst every time he mentioned women. All empty, posturing bravado barely hiding a squirming mass of insecurities and petty First World resentments, Durst was who every dudebro wanted to be at the turn of the millemium. And you wonder why everybody thought the world was ending.
Dudebro rebuttal: "Fuck that shit, you gay homo. Limp Bizkit got me through a really tough breakup. Check it: She wouldn't take my calls or return my emails, so I went over to her house, blasted 'Break Stuff' on my speakers, and trashed the fuck out of her ride! Totally worth the community service, brah."
Review: Buzzfest XXIV featuring Limp Bizkit, Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, May 2, 2010
