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Vent, vent, vent

As some of you may be aware I spend my days holed up in a kitchen with only a radio for company. As a result I listen to a lot of it. I'd love to listen to radios 4 and 3 but find that I tend to start concentrating on them and not getting any work done. I'd listen to 6 but I can't get it together to go and buy a digital radio, and as any fule kno commercial radio is entirely, entirely beyond the pale. So radio 1 it is. It's generally inoffensive enough, particularly now they've got shot of Jo "That's amazing" Whiley, though the replacement Fearne Cotton is shaping up to be just as aggravating (though occasionally appealingly snarky about records she clearly doesn't like, a trait which is only to be encouraged but which will, I fear, be stamped down upon sharpish). Okay, they have a tendency to bang on about any old mediocrity (hello The Killers/ Kings of Leon but on the other hand there're generally a couple of good records per hour or so.

Two though, which stink of piss and which, having heard more times than I care to recall I need to slag off before my head explodes.

Taio Cruz - Break your heart. Mystifyingly number one for a couple of weeks now, it's not so much the music i object to, that needlessly dramatic electro-ish pop guff of which there's a bewilderingly large amount about at the moment, but the sentiment. Young Taio bangs on and on about how he's going to break this girl's heart and generally treat her like crap, about how he's "not easy to please" as thugh labouring under the misapprehension that fronting up about this early doors is in some way noble behaviour. Take note please, Mr Cruz and all other egregious faux honesty merchants. Saying that you're going to behave like a total prick in no way justifies behaving like a total prick. Perhaps try not behaving like a total prick? Just a thought.

Secondly that one where the Sugababes B-team witter on at tedious length about how sexy they are, as if sexiness in itself is in any way a justification of their wilful misappropriation of other wise blameless, potentially useful atoms. The hilarious right said fred chorus about being "too sexy in this club/ so sexy it hurts" the lyrics with one eye on the american market (if you had a dime, young lady, you'd have to go to a bureau de change, this is blighty, and the word is "their" not "they", they put you on THEIR arm, who taught you english?) and the generally slappable vacuity of the whole sorry farrago are crying out for a counter single entitled "I hate to break it to you love but you're not all that".

Ah, better.

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