I like music, really I do. To be honest, it's an obsession. But just like most things as I travel further into my thirties it's starting to look stinky in many ways. It seems to be less about music and more about people these days which is a shame. Watching these talentless goons poncing around in flamboyant clothes and unkempt hair just seemed to highlight all that is empty and vacuous about the modern music scene. Sitting through Franz Ferdinand's turgid cover of Call Me with some bint who looked a bit like a pikey Rhona Cameron, it struck me that all I really wanted to see was someone who looked normal, didn't ponce around in swanky clothes and didn't have silly hair. Then Charlie Brooker came on and I could have cried because I adore him. He sounded like a camp uncle though which was strange but seeing his beautiful gimpoid features was the highlight because at least some humanity appeared amid the faceless crowd of Alex Zane lookalikes.
Even people like Noel Fielding (whom I like) are starting to look like tits when they become embroiled in these cool and interesting 'cunt-fests'. Julian Barratt had the good taste not to attend.
Tools.
Btw Robert Smith came on to accept an award looking like a bloke who works in a bank but at weekends puts on makeup, a wig and wanders the streets drinking gin and eating kebabs whilst crying. He's nearly 50 for christ's sake. Put down the makeup son and give Sun Alliance a call.
