Comments on: Best Comment Ever

By: Dylan

Dylan — Thu, 22 May 2008 12:17:02 +0000

Can we shoehorn C&B’s “towering edifice of shite” line in here somewhere again?

I think it’ll fit in rather nicely.

By: Matthew

Matthew — Thu, 22 May 2008 12:01:45 +0000

That may cause fights!

By: Euan

Euan — Thu, 22 May 2008 11:53:33 +0000

so you camp outside and I’ll pop up and join you in the que in the morning yeah?!

By: Matthew

Matthew — Thu, 22 May 2008 08:56:49 +0000

Oh, and Sarah, I did indeed notice that. Euan emailed me about it yesterday and I will be camping outside the box office next Tuesday in order to get tickets. Whatever the fuck it takes!

By: Matthew

Matthew — Thu, 22 May 2008 08:55:51 +0000

Ach I don’t mind being slagged for hating it, and I can’t bring myself to defend the fact that I hate it either. It was just such a nicely phrased comment I thought everyone needed to see it.

And let’s face it, if Vernon Kay is famous…

By: Sarah C.

Sarah C. — Thu, 22 May 2008 06:59:00 +0000

Here’s something to (possibly) cheer you up:

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/50823-tom-waits-extends-glitter-and-doom-tour

By: wendy

wendy — Thu, 22 May 2008 02:32:23 +0000

She wouldn’t get slagged so hard, even by Waits fans such as myself, if she hadn’t done an ENTIRE album of Waits covers. That’s just begging for ridicule.

By: Mrs Toad

Mrs Toad — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:08:19 +0000

Why not bash someone personally when feeling bitter? What the fuck else are you supposed to do when raddled with self hate and ire, go out and lick Andrex puppies?

I suppose we all have to “respect” Scarlett becuse she has “put herself out there” stretching beyond her “core competencies’ and engaged in “self challenge?”.

Group fucking hug.

Its still a blah album that slithered into existence along a greasy skidmark of mutually congratulatory patronage and vanity.

By: Drunk Country

Drunk Country — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:10:35 +0000

She’s right though, isn’t she? It is a jealously guarded precious that we have tucked under out jumpers & held like a found kitten. This music we so love. We absolutely hate (yes, strong, but justified) people messing with our formulae. Some pointless fanny vehicle comes along & dares to pick up a beloved’s songbook & have the shiny balls to interpret them across the length of an album? The fucking rapist scum.

Maybe, in relaity, it don’t get to such fever pitch, but for the blindly devoted lifestyle magazine pinball brains amongst us (who have deified these worthless career opportunists beyond human-propelled reproach) we might as well be saying really nasty stuff about their moms & a cattle prod shaped dildo.

They are naive at best. At worst, they leave comments on blogs.