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