NOW I'VE HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE....
No! No I haven't. This is the shittest pop song ever. I hesitate to even call this a song. This vile and putrid puke fest is the the aural equivalent of the love child of Ann Widdecombe and John McCririck then mating with a retarded baboon and the resultant offspring from that combination then spending a day in a mental asylum with a microphone, several patients classed as "too far gone to be released into reality" and a set of kitchenware kindly sponsored by Aldi. This cacophony of drivel has plumbed new depths of despair not seen since the world was silently weeping the death of Jade Goody and our grief was succinctly summed up by Dawn, 33 from Newscastle with the immortal words, "NVA 4GT".

NVA 4GT indeed...
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:19, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

OMG you write just like Charlie Brooker are you Charlie Brooker?

(PsychoChomp, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:21, Reply)

His talents are wasted here

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:26, Reply)

Double bluff. We know your game.
Nice try Charlie.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:34, Reply)

I'm pretty sure they've become a parady of themselves.
I quite liked them at one point though, that "Where is the love" song was ace.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:23, Reply)

Only last night I was venting my spleen on Facebook about this fucking song
The only word that springs to mind for it is "abomination". If the non-purloined parts of the song weren't so bloody awful it might be possible to overlook the desperately poor choice of hook upon which to hang their abject lack of talent. I honestly think they're trying to see how bad their music can get before people stop buying it.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 11:27, Reply)