Press your ear to the door of the average 12-year-old boy’s bedroom a couple of years ago and you’d have heard one of two sounds: furious masturbation or the clumsy strumming of ‘Wonderwall’. These days what would you hear? CHUNK! CHUGGA-CHUNK! CHUGGA-CHUNK! Wee-widdly-wee-wee-widdly-CHUNK!
I fear for the future of intelligence and subtlety in music because 'Guitar Hero' – the closest your Xbox can get to having cancer – is building a new generation of meatheaded, knuckle-dragging, air-guitaring Bill & Ted morons conditioned to churn out chundering great power-chords and ‘smoking’ solos every time they pick up anything guitar-shaped.