Chart Music
Oh God having a fuck off epileptic fit, I really tried to avoid such an obvious target. The fucking pop music scene is practically prancing around with a big neon sign screaming “PLEASE SLAG ME OFF, IN THE MOST OFFENSIVE MANNER POSSIBLE”. Well I’ll gladly fucking oblige, because obvious a topic as it may be, things have gotten so pig shittingly awful that a good venting of fucking bile against the idiotic shit choking up our airwaves and the wastes of fucking life buying them is entirely necessary. In the words of Public Enemy, who stole the soul? WHO IN THE NAME OF THE VIRGIN MARY’S SKID – MARKED KNICKERS IS BUYING THIS ABSOLUTE BRAINLESS SHITE WITH A LACK OF ANY DISCERNIBLE TALENT WHATSOFUCKINGEVER!? Because mark my fucking words, like a serious case of constipation, eventually something’s gotta give.
If the music being shat out by record companies is any reflection of the people buying it, then the smart people, what few there are left, are truly fucked. The current pop smorgasbord is 99% braindead, soulless, conformist, inoffensive, fake bull fucking shit, quite possibly exactly like the audience of masturbating hormone drenched twats that puts these fucking non – events in the upper reaches of the charts. Here’s a list of names: Britney Spears. Bewitched. Celine Dion. The Corrs. Steps. Stereophonics. Oasis. Travis. Robbie Williams. Will Smith. Boyzone. Mariah Carey. Supergrass. Vengaboys. Westlife. Five. The Spice Girls. S Club 7. EIffel 65. Every shit dance band that sounds exactly the fucking same. All fantastic, great artists, totally fucking sincere, and sure to be remembered in 10 years time. My bleeding arse. Imagine this for a truly horrible situation. You’re inside a locked room with all of the above and you have in your hands a loaded AK – 47 with just 15 bullets in it. Horrible, eh? Every one of the lobotomised fuckers and their abortion bucket refugee fans should be skinned, doused in vinegar and petrol, kneecapped, and then set alight. I guarantee that their screams of bowel – loosening agony would be infinitely more listenable than the intestinal blood clots passing for CDs in their collection.
Up their mothers dead arse is too eloquent for these bastards. Just do the decent thing, and FUCKING DIE.
Tags: chart, music, po