.. I realise I am old, and in no way down wit the kidz and their newfangled muziks, but how on earth can anyone who doesn't have old bits of rotten ham stuffed full of mouldy cheese and piss instead of ears bear even a microsecond of her awful, AWFUL "I want nothing but the best for you" bullshit? Seriously. It sounds like someone slowly kicking a cat to death. For ages. Who buys this shit? Come on, hands up, statistically speaking at least someone here must do.
You ought to free your mind and listen to the Lady Gaga albums. I can't believe I am admitting this publically* but they're actually alright. As are JLS. In a they-can-plainly-sing-and have-some-half-decent-harmless-songs-and-hold-an-album-for-its-full-length-without-falling-into-a-dirge kind of way.
Katy Perry on the other hand makes me ears bleed. As does Rihanna. And the rest of the tosh that I am forced to endure.
Because you want to keep the peace with the missus? (Even if she does go all quiet and passive aggressive when you play Beefheart, Butthole Surfers, or violent, misogynist hip hop)
I got told off for complaining about "We Are the World" the other day. The incredibly accurate impersonations I subsequently did of Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan and Huey Lewis's parts didn't seem to rescue the situation either.
What Bernice says. I'm open to listening to bits of commercial shite so when I do spout an opinion of it, I do so with at least a fair degree of understanding. Rather than just saying it's shite about anything that sells more than 1,000 copies, which is what grown-ups did I was a kid.
With JLS, I get entertained by comedy gurning and arm movements from the boy. Which is preferable to them turning green when I play them the latest MES effort.
Florence did a good version of 'You've Got the Love'.
No she didn't. She really, REALLY didn't - it sounds like a particularly shy girl with a weak voice who can't hold a tune being forced to murder an astonishingly imagination-bereft karaoke version by a pushy uncle. And I'll refrain from making a snippy comment about Mr Lizard's boning tastes - he is, after all, from Basingstoke IIRC. The town that attractive women forgot - or at least avoid by several miles.