Let's stick with angsty rockers, the American variety today. It's a bummer that people of a certain age will never truly emotionally connect with this song. Directing the full weight of pain and anger at, say, voicemail, just wouldn't capture the sense of distance or demonize the machines that emphasize it. And maybe it's me being curmudgeonly, but I think a kid covering this today would sound like a petulant brat. Paul Westerberg got away with it because he's Paul Westerberg.
The Replacements - Answering Machine
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