After making headlines with a controversial song targeting Patrik Laine, Danick Martineau strikes again, this time by attacking the physique of promising young defender Lane Hutson.
If some describe his humor as “second degree”, many fans of the Montreal Canadiens do not see it the same way.
The new song, mixing black humor and merciless arrows, has difficulty going over with certain supporters who find this approach disrespectful.
Let us first recall the scathing words that Martineau had reserved for Patrik Laine, where he did not hesitate to mock his physical appearance:
“He’s a Finn, not the cutest, no he’s ugly. I don’t care if you look like a C…L as long as you score goals.
He has a lightning throw even with his acorn head. »
These words had already aroused indignation. Today, Martineau applies the same treatment to Lane Hutson, this time playing on his small stature and his “no swag” appearance.
He even allows himself to talk about Hutson’s mother.
“There’s not a crazy style, it looks like Caillou’s swag.
He’s an American too, no one is perfect in life. ”
“He’s a very small defender, less physical than when I fought with my sister. »
“It’s Sid Lane Hudson, it has the face of a Kevin, but it’s awesome. »
“Her mother looks like a Karen But she’s awesome.”
The term Karen is used in English-speaking countries to describe, in a derogatory manner, a middle-aged, middle-class white woman who tends to complain excessively and insists on “talking to the person in charge.”
The term Karen also refers to a woman who is often intolerant of other cultures or people who are different from her.
The term Karen refers to a woman who is often angry and demanding, perceived as claiming superior rights over others.
These characteristics fueled social media memes and harsh criticism, transforming “Karen” into an almost caricatured figure.
Martineau seems to play with the limits of the second degree, but this mention may reinforce the idea that he is banking more on controversy than on real thoughtful humor.
If Martineau plays on the contrast between Hutson’s small size and his exceptional talent, the subtlety of his humor seems to be missed by many fans.
One of the most discussed lines is certainly: “There’s no crazy style, it looks like Caillou’s swag”. Some see it as a gratuitous arrow at its origin, others a clumsy joke.
Social networks, as during the controversy surrounding Laine, quickly ignited.
Some fans also noted the contradiction in the lyrics: on the one hand, Martineau praises Hutson’s exceptional qualities – “faster than a roller coaster, more mobile than a package” – but on the other, he reduces him to a caricature with sentences like “There’s Dylan’s face, but it’s fawesome. »
Just like in the Patrik Laine affair, this song raises a broader debate on the way certain comedians or columnists treat Canadiens players.
The case of Lane Hutson, a young defensive prodigy, highlights a worrying trend: that of seeking to provoke reactions by making fun of the appearance or personality of players, instead of focusing on their performance.
While some fans see offbeat humor in Martineau’s songs that shouldn’t be taken seriously, others believe this style goes too far.
After all, Hutson, like Laine before him, didn’t ask for anything and found himself at the center of an unnecessary controversy over his physical appearance.
Humorous criticism can be legitimate in a parody context, but when it touches on personal aspects – such as physical appearance or origin – it risks causing discomfort rather than laughter.
Patrik Laine and Lane Hutson deserve better than reductive treatment in songs which, if they want to be taken at face value, sometimes fall flat.
Hutson is a prodigy. It must be treated as such.
And above all, don’t talk about your mother…
Here is the song in full:
He’s a very small defender, less physical than when I fought with my sister.
It’s Sid Lane Hudson, it has the face of a Kevin, but it’s awesome.
Hey, walk around the arena like what up? My name is 5 foot 10, not tall but you rock the skates.
A 2004, there’s the face of a baby, as much beard as my blonde. When are you coming to shave?
More rhythm than a cello, his skating tastes like honey. Will dominate for years, it’s written in the sky.
Born on February 14, he is the Cupid of the hockey club. He shot me his arrow and butt, quickly take the pregnancy test.
I think he got me pregnant. Faster than a roller coaster, more mobile than a Telus plan.
To get around, he’s a poet, we salute Joannie Rochette.
On the other hand, there’s not a crazy style, it looks like Caillou’s swag.
He’s an American too, no one is perfect in life.
We drafted him really late in the second round. That, my guy, is like we stole the Mona Lisa.
A single head movement, and toys, you’ve lost the card. Gives the same effect as a nice banana in Mario Kart.
He’s a little defender. But her playing is delicious like a sister’s fart.
It’s Lane Hutson It’s got Dylan’s face, but it’s fucking awesome.
The divine child was born, in my crib, he is the baby.
We won’t make the series, but I won’t miss a game.
Xanax in Saint Louis was only twenty and a half years ago.
He’s a tiny defender, but as my girlfriend says, it’s not the size that counts.
It’s Lane Hutson, his mother looks like a Karen, but she’s awesome.
