it can't die quickly enough to suit me
Will Layman of PopMatters enthuses over disappearing "smooth jazz" radio stations, writings that "I come to bury smooth jazz, not to praise it... [...] ...its ongoing demise is a hopeful sign for our civilization." He defines the genre better than any other writer I've seen:
Smooth Jazz, then, can be understood as an embrace of clean edges, a rejection of the analog sensibility that sits at the root of all the great American music, whether Delta blues, improvised jazz, or rebellious rock 'n' roll. Smooth Jazz sought to be pleasant and shining and sweet and easy. Like soul music without the sex, like jazz without a pulse of urgency, like rock without the essential roll, Smooth Jazz was an answer without a question.
I would have called smooth jazz "crap without a toilet," but I'm glad to see this soulless pseudo-music finally getting flushed.