Music

 

Music, let's be honest, is one of the best things that's ever happened to anyone. Ever.

And every time some bunch of cunts like Westlife release another horrifyingly mangled version of a once decent song, it shits on the pancakes of all that is good and true.

I mean, if they could find another name for it, that would be okay. Like, you could have music, and then you could have Scumboflex™, which would be Top Of The Pops inanity designed to keep the seven-year-olds happy.

 

When I walk into HMV or wherever to buy, oh, let's say a David Bowie CD, and I catch sight of an album entitled "Chocolate Starfish and the Hot-Dog Flavoured Water", it makes me want to vomit all over the counter, frankly.

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What's the time, boys and girls?

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This is the way the world shall work, once I control the damn thing....

 

MUSIC

Nine Inch Nails

David Bowie

Tairrie B, and related ventures

Queen

Therapy?

Ludwig Van

Blondie

Tool

Marilyn Manson

Quality Cheese

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

Weird Al Yankovich

A Perfect Circle

Everything Else, Which I've Forgotten About

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SCUMBOFLEX™

 

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Eject