The Pussycat Dolls
I occasionally find myself half-paying-attention-to 'Entertainment News', stories from the world of music and TV (the sort of thing which can be bloody good fun when covered by the likes of Popjustice and Holy Moly, and soul-shreddingly tiresome when pored over in Watergate-esque detail by the cocks at Digital Spy and Heat magazine). Over the last couple of years, in amongst the reports of break-ups and rehab trips and anti-Semitic rants from stars of crap films, I've noticed a large number of stories regarding US beat combo The Pussycat Dolls.

Every week, it seems a member is leaving, or an ex-member is rejoining, or a member is off doing something with someone else and missing a concert with the rest of the group, or the rest of the group are having an onstage strop about the absence of the aforementioned member, or another member is leaving, or a member has hinted at leaving, or a member has said they'll leave because another member has already left, or a member has forgotten if she's left or not but will definitely leave if she hasn't already, or a member has got a part-time job somewhere else which means she'll probably leave, or the rest of the group have got the arse about that member having a part-time job and are threatening to leave, or all the members have left, or the remaining concept of the group which now contains no members has announced that it will leave if some of them don't come back. I'm not exactly an avid follower of showbiz news, but even I somehow seem to know every last detail of this group's internal politics. I wouldn't recognise any of them if they stood up in my suit, and yet for some reason I would know that one member had stormed out because the others never wash their mugs up or replace the printer paper. Not a week goes by without the group breaking up or reuniting or losing/gaining a member.

But for all this, they seem to have about three songs. There's the shit one with the bloke from Black Eyed Peas who was rubbish in Madagascar 2, there's the shit one that goes 'Na Na Na Na', and there's the shit one about trying to steal someone's boyfriend by being more of a 'freak' (which I can see working in some areas of the internet, although I've never understood the hunchback fetish myself). Three bastard songs. Even Black Lace managed more than that.

And that's why I loathe them so; The Pussycat Dolls seem to produce an inordinate quantity of 'news' stories for very little actual pop-group product. Members leaving groups is usually big news (the Sugababes palaver has been fascinating stuff), and yet the Pussycat Dolls seem to shed members like most people shed poo. I wouldn't mind if they were churning out perfect pop songs and classic albums, but three shit songs? Pah.

It's like a work colleague who spends most of their time having massive personal crises and days off work to deal with the death of a houseplant, and in return comes in a couple of days a week to fuck up the filing and break the kettle.
(costas, Sat 1 Jan 2011, 17:11, 3 replies)

The Pussycat Dolls sing?
And there I was thinking they were merely a demonstration of the extreme flexibility of silicone.
(speedevil, Sat 1 Jan 2011, 18:17, closed)

Black Lace
managed more than 3 songs?
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sat 1 Jan 2011, 21:30, closed)

I agree with almost everything you have said
But the thought of Nicole Swerzinger (spelt wrong) sitting on my face kinda takes the edge off the annoyance.
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 17:48, closed)