We still watch Top of the Pops. Shocking I know because we could be watching Coronation Street or some obscure dvd or something. We could even be out socialising but bugger that for a game of soldiers. Anyway, we watch it whilst flicking channels whenever something particularly heinous comes on. There's a lot of flicking...
Anyway last night, a group called babyshambles were on there. They include that utter pillock from the equally boke-inducing Libertines that are (allegedly) all the rage. He looks like a gene-crash between Mark E Smith and Jarvis Cocker. As for his band, they're not babies but they are a shambles and not in a good way - so he's half-right. Anyway, in my opinion this waste of space has been copping some Ian Wilson moves. And I'll be darned if the stylist for the guitarist to the left of him isn't going for the Tommy Volume look. I want it noted here and now that when the Star Spangles come back to promote their next album, and some sad sack compares them to Doherty's latest exercise in average, well, there'll be a ruckus. Anybody who is daft enough to want to pay to see these losers in London this week (I think?) oughtta get there early to see The IV's. They've got the beat on how it oughtta be done.
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