You ever thought that kids might be ruining music? The kind of teeny pocket money wielding nutter that votes for Fanatical Christian Pete to win Big Brother?
We seem to have got past the boy band obsession, there's a few still hanging on to their Busted tee-shirts. Somehow it's worse when the boyband's dam bursts and we get little random tumours growing in the corner of the charts. Matt Willis, now he's a prime example. Cheeky chappy from Busted. He's the one who wore the wedding dress in that crashing wedding jolly video. Remember him? Now he's back with his brand of 'no longer teen but still young and so handsome and hey see I can Rawk' persona.
He seems to have enough street cred to get past the Festival organisers schedule.
He had this big time slot at V. Luckily we couldn't hear him due to man on mobile phone arranging to meet his mate down the pub.
Suddenly there isn't one boy band but Hundreds of little ex members of running around. Some of them just will not go away.
Ronan Keating is really the worse thing to have been exported from Ireland (since Daniel O'Donnell). Boyzone ended but Ronan seems to go on and on. This week sees him at number 15 in the chart with 'Iris' Iris is quite obviously a song about his crush on his grannies best mate. How he likes to bring her tea in bed and sniff her bunion pads.
The charts really are quite disturbing. I always check them then feel like slitting my rock chick wrists. If only I wasn't frightened of pain.
With the demise of boybands comes the rise of the reality TV star.
Shayne Ward that vomitous lump of Manchester Chav who won X factor last year seems to be waning... ie; no-one wants to buy the fuckers music anymore. Never was his music anyways. Covers r us.
This week has Maria Lawson in at number 20 with 'Sleepwalking' and that chirpy monkey Chico with battery operated symbols in at 24 with 'Disco'
I am unable to give you any idea about either of these songs as to listen to either is illegal, as you all well know.
X factor is back on our TV's. I beg you not to be drawn into this charabang of talentless freaks. And take those teeny texting terrors cell phones away.
No more credit for you little Miss Chardonnay-Varicella. 'Off to bed with a copy of The Famous Five'. Worked for Brassey anyways.
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