I should not be allowed to rant about music...
...I find it brings out the worst in me.

But I agree entirely with Nakedape and PJM. Also woo and yay to Tourette's for cunning use of the word "oliagenous*"

But anyway, Pete Waterman has an awful lot to answer for, and could probably make up a good half of this CD, given the utter cockrot he turned out for the Spice Girls, Steps, etc, etc ad infinitum.

And Robbie fucking Williams? How can a man look so punchably smug? But then I suppose if you made that much money out of the general public by pissing me off with your horrible, whiny, and flagrantly plagiarised records, you'd be a bit pleased with yourself.

And finally onto modern "RnB." As a big fan of early Who (the days when they coined the "Maximum RnB" tag) as well as a lot of blues, I fail to see what resemblance this modern crap bears to Rhythm and Blues. Does it stand for something different these days? It just seems to be half-nude women gyrating to crap rhythms with that "don't even go there, sister" look**, or guys with overly elaborate facial hair who believe they're god's gift to womankind.

Gah, I've got to stop. This isn't good for my blood pressure...

Edit: Just saw the Chesney Hawkes post above. Spot on. Why, why in fuck's name do people get so overexcited about a record they would never have bought unless forced to by a man holding a gun to their testicles, just because it comes on in a club and it's something they've heard before? How do these circumstances make it any less of an aural gang-rape?

*_{I may have misspelt that...}
**_{Possibly the one look that is more punchable than Robbie Williams' testicle-for-a-face.}
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 9:37, Reply)