People complain that AI is going to ruin music. That it will become soulless, formulaic fodder without any heart or merit. Well I hate to break it to you, but that has been happening for a very long time. Many bands conformed to an algorithmic rehashing of tropes, and the second half of the nineties was just overflowing with this garbage. Here is an AI-styled band programmed to sound like Bush/Live/Candlebox, and this is the horror they unleashed on the world.
"Tell me all your thoughts on god, 'cause I'd really like to meet her."
In the 90s this was how betas, incels and the hopelessly friend-zoned talked around women, thinking that she would be so impressed that she would fall in love with him on the spot. That is who bought concert tickets for this band, them and herds of future mombies already polishing off their rough edges to secure their future Karenhood.
"...asked many questions, LIKE CHILDREN OFTEN DO."
That is not how people speak. That is how the guy that brings his acoustic guitar to every party speaks, and they are not people. I want to say it is pretentious, but it is really what people who merely want to be pretentious would say.
I suppose we're just lucky this was 1996. If this song came out today it would no doubt be sung in cursive, or pitch corrected whisper-singing.
And the lyrics and vocals are actually the best part of this song, because the music is so extraordinarily generic that an instrumental version of this would be worse than hearing the happy birthday song with only a cake made of tomato soup and gelatin.
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