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Last week Maura Johnston—who the Village Voice picked up for their Sound of the City column after the abrupt end of her tenure at Idolator last year—wrote a chart rundown where she wondered how generic post-Nickelback pseudo-grunge bands and terrible neo-Limp Bizkits like the Hollywood Undead manage to place so highly when it seems like no one actually listens to them. The answer, according to dancer/blogger Bubbles Burbujas: strip clubs.

If you only read one fascinating description today of the the godawful music environment in your average strip club written by a dancer who can talk knowledgeably about both Shinedown and Animal Collective, make it this one.