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Music in 2005. Possibly we're looking at a return to that faux-soul-white-guy receding hairline stuff of the mid-Eighties. Hue and Cry, Phil Collins, that type of thing. There are callow teenagers in parts of this country, sitting there wasted on god only knows what drugs that should never been invented, extolling the virtues of " No Jacket Required. " And the like. But it does have to happen - only when the dustbin of history has been totally ransacked, and surely this period is the most horrible detritus, lying there stinking at the end of the can, will people feel free to do something original...
Well, ok, I suppose I don't think so either, but you travel in hope.
Anyway, initially not sure about Franz F, but am slowly, as usual, being swayed by the hype. It's hard to argue with the good reviews, especially by journos one usually repects. So will no doubt schlepp out and buy the album and so on, in the hope, an hour later, that it doesn't wind up out the kitchen window. I'll see, I suppose. The only thing certain about the future these days, as was always the case, is you're really not sure what it's going to be like. Though a U2 revival seems horribly plausible. And won't they just love it, the lame-ass, bloated, fucking Ch***ian cunts ? |
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