It doesn’t make me depressed, it makes me violently cringe. Probably the first time I heard that bad plinky thing it was a bit cringe, but seeing all the copy cats is even worse. Now I’ve had it.
Alright, I hear you. I won’t kick my son out. I will buy him an oversized cashmere turtleneck and encourage him to play the in between pickups through a plug-in. Make sure it sounds clean, but has no natural tube compression. He can then make cringe melodies that sound like they have been chopped together and have been influenced by modern top 40 girl music.