I remember first hearing "My Own Prison" 4 or so years ago. My jaw dropped as I realized it wasn't Pearl Jam. Last week I went to my friend's bachelor party and watched an alpha-male jock get a lapdance to Scott Stapp bleating "My Sacrifice". This style of lukewarm grunge is as dated-sounding as hair-metal was in the early 90's. Actually, it's worse because even Winger had decent guitar solos. That makes Creed, and its army of sound-alikes (Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, Incubus, Default, etc., etc., etc.) possibly the most boring and unimaginative music made since the first animal-skin was ever stretched on a log to create the world's first instrument. Tacky cover art, too.