February 22, 2004


Some twat on C4's Ultimate Pop Star, tonight: 'Robbie is the closest thing we've got to Elvis.'

Good God.

I don't know about you, but I can barely stand to watch Robbie. He's almost too perfect an object of hatred. The arch PoMo meta-prancing, the cocaine gurning, the faux-profundity of the lyrics (actually listen to the words of the vile 'Angels', for instance: they are signifers of meaningfulness that are in themselves almost total nonsense), the end-of-the-pier England-at-its-worst 'humour', the tiresome arrogance and posturing self-hatred. He manages to push ALL my buttons, manages to work me up into a steaming rage EVERY TIME I see the fuck.

Had to get that off my chest.

But, fuck, Adam and the Ants, weren't they brilliant?

Posted by mark at February 22, 2004 10:35 PM | TrackBack

Sadly, though, Robbie is still probably the closest thing you've got to Elvis. [grin]

Posted by: Angus at February 23, 2004 12:33 PM

Albeit a billion trillion miles away.....

Posted by: mark k-punk at February 23, 2004 06:56 PM

I've only heard his singles on radio or TV, but I kind of like them. The lyrics are rarely anything more than clever (and at least they're that), but I doubt Robbie would claim them to be anything more. That might be just another pose, though.

It's a hall of mirrors.

Posted by: mwanji at February 24, 2004 03:10 AM