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That's true, but I just find it sooo hard to separate his songs from the whole Robbie Williams phenomenon. Esp. when they're full of all that "we can make it if we try" crap (if not in terms of lyrical content then at least in terms of general football terrace - style anthem atmosphere), and his godawful cheekychappy, "I've got half of Columbia up my nose", Robbierap philosophising - that isn't really philosophising at all, because, hey, it's all so knowing and post-ironic and....AIIEEERGGHGH! NO! AIIEEEEEEERGHURGH!
See, it's all just wrong. You would understand this, if only you had eyes to see. Seriously, I couldn't care less if people like some of his tunes, but, for me, uh-uh, no way...
Maybe it has something to do with my Auntie deciding it would be really touching ("you know, just like in Four Weddings...") if Angels was playing as my Nan's coffin descended into the furnace. That was SO wrong. Definitely in the worst possible taste. Bloody woman and her withered arm. |
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