We don’t believe in bad karma (though we do believe in the voodoo that you do), but maybe we should have written so much about bands we wish would not reunite. It was announced today that, five years after his band’s ascendancy into the great beyond, Jesus wannabe flowing-maned baritone-belter Scott Stapp has resurrected the almighty Creed. After the jump, three reminders of why this news isn’t at all awesome. (Feel free to add your own!)
3. The band’s God-awful grandstanding.
2. The music’s God-awful grandstanding.
1. The Scott Stapp/Kid Rock Sex tape.
