Saturday, February 12, 2005

I'm not Keane.

You know what? What the fuck is it with you record-buying people? How can Keane be the biggest selling act of the past year (I read that somewhere I think)? Why is there a market for fat lummoxes with carbohydrate-Fred flintstone heads singing non-testicular, 2nd rate Ben Folds Five wimp rock!? God help us. Those stupid Brit awards reminded me of how much they suck. They make Lemar singing Robert Palmer sound like Sam Cooke.

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