I almost burned my eardrums out with a molten needle in order to make the music of Juno stop.
Look, there are great songs in there, including long-time favorites by The Velvet Underground and The Kinks, but frankly presented in such a cloying manner that it nearly made me cry that such brilliant songs had been wasted, even tainted a little.
I won't revisit the question of why there was nothing by The Stooges, The Runaways, Patti Smith or even anything that resembled them. That point is so obvious that I'm sure it's been made repeatedly up and down blogs across this old Internet already. I will note that 1977 seems a little late a perfect year for this triptych, but I won't argue that point either.
I will note that Sonic Youth and Mott the Hoople get squarely screwed. Beside the nice name drops, they are both represented by small snatches of their most overplayed material, but not even clearly enough to make out why anyone would think it was special in the first place.
Jason Reitman totally sucks!