Tribute
bands always to some degree, albeit some a much larger degree than others, have
a cheese and cringe factor that they cannot escape. Of course this is
subjective to the viewer and in the eye of the beholder. Some people see any
and every tribute band as cringe worthy simply because of what they are, a
tribute band. The urge to wince or laugh at these bands for others might come
from the cheap stage props and costumes protruding and distracting ones vision
during the performance, making it almost impossible to take seriously. I for
one cannot stand wig wearing chuds, power to you if you’re musically inclined
and make a living, I just like real hair. There is another argument to be made
though, because there are people out there who love tribute bands, not for a comical or a cheap laugh at their even
cheaper aesthetic but for the bands authenticity. It could be the closest
they’ll ever get to seeing or hearing the real thing live in the flesh, so
they’re uninhibited by any signs of cheese and thoroughly enjoy the show.
People enjoy watching an eagle fly majestically through the mountains just as
much as some enjoy seeing a car crash on the side of the highway. Like
everything in life, it’s subjective.
