So it turns out I'm old.
This stuff sneaks up on you: one day you're bugging your middle-aged coworkers by playing Deerhoof and Gay Against You CDs, the next day you stumble across some music that's so puzzlingly bad, so bizarrely pointless, so hilariously butt-stupid that it not only doesn't make a lick of sense to you but you get the feeling it would be really weird if you did understand it. Someone tells you the genre is called "crunkcore" and you start laughing and they say "no, seriously." And you feel a million years old. Thanks a fuckin' lot, brokeNCYDE!
I can't tell exactly how popular brokeNCYDE (sic, unfortunately) are, or even whether or not they're kidding, but they're big enough to convince moderately credible rapper E-40 to guest on their newest single "Booty Call," though they couldn't fork over the extra hundred thousand to get him to be in the same room with them when they shot the video.
They actually called their just-released debut full length I'm Not a Fan But the Kids Like It, so give them points for self-awareness.
Those darn kids.
Crunkcore/crabcore/screamo band Confide took it upon themselves to create a cover of Postal Service's "Such Great Heights" ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LRKw_eLSko
It all makes sense now.