Back in the 80s, when I was a wee lad buying tapes with my allowance, I bought a particular album by a band that today would fit the category of "hair-metal". I had heard their first single on the radio and liked it. Then I heard the name of the band. Though I was young (somewhere in my early-teens) the band's name struck a chord. It had a pedigree - I knew that with a name like that the album had to be great...
The band? Bonham (Yes, named after Jason Bonham, drummer and son of John Bonham - yes, THAT John Bonham). The album? The Disregard Of Timekeeping.
I listened to this album. Then, when the tape was over, I took it out of my boom-box, took it into the backyard, and smashed the shit out of it with a hammer. It was awful. Screechy and crappy. Without any artistic merit. The blatant cashing-in of a name.
I went into a rap-phase soon after. But I created a rule called the "Bonham Law", which goes like this:
1) No album will be bought unless there are at least three track heard and deemed good.
2) If the singles heard on the radio or seen on MTV are the very first ones on the album/CD OR are grouped together one directly after the other, the album requires further investigation.
3) No album will be bought on name recognition alone. Children of geniuses rarely turn out to be geniuses themselves. Elijah Blue, Sean Lennon, and Jason Bonham are great examples.
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