I'm not sure how common that was, but whatever, I liked their sound and they were always singing about girls and making love and all that stuff that I dreamt about but was too scurred to actually do anything about. They did the "black-and-white and color in the same video" thing a bunch, which was awesome. But more than anything, I loved their clothes. Smooth, but not flaming like a lot of singers did. Sometimes they wore varied outfits with the same color scheme, sometimes the same outfits in different colors, and sometimes they just wore the same thing. But what the hell? If people tried to pull that crap off today, they'd be laughed at forever! I'm not sure if they'd be looking effeminate or just cheesy as hell, but it would never work.
I'm wondering... was it the 90s that made that ok? Or was it me being a kid (in other words, did older people/adults think it was ridiculous at the time, as i do now?) that made it ok in my head?
And then, on a related note... if I'm calling out Boyz II Men's outfits and overall appearance out, what can I say about these guys??
They even stole Boyz II Men's name scheme (word-number-word)? If nothing else, these 4 would totally get their asses kicked by the Boyz if they had some sort of smooth voice crooner cage match.
What a sick idea that turns into though... some sick battle royale with cross-generational boy bands...
four tops, temptations, the jackson 5, boyz II men, all-4-one, backstreet boyz, nsync...
Temptations have to be the favorites. Four tops and B2M probably fight it out for the numbers 2 and 3. All-4-One is the solid 4 (not intentional) spot. Then it gets tricky... I'd probably go with Backstreet @ 5 because Michael Jackson would either be a) too young to fight, or b) too busy thinking about his monkey and Justin Timberlake would be too busy with his celebri-girlfriend of the day to give two craps about the rest of *Sync to make them a force.
This leads to the bottom of the barrel being the Jackson 5 vs. *SYNC. Joe Jackson vs. Lance Bass and crew? I say Crazy Papa Joe comes in like a homophobic bat outta hell and pistol whips the crap out of JT's crew, leaving them in the cellar.
Where's your civilian rocketship ticket now, Lance?
I have too much time on my hands.
