I'm being stalked by Paulo Nutini. He's trying to kill me with that song of his "10/10" - or as I like to call it "Fuckin' Nowt/10".
Call me sensitive, but the idea of a precocious 23 year old Scots-born Italian pretending to be John Martyn (at his most pissed and knackered)doing a shit impression of Desmond Decker just scares the living wee wees out of me. It's ludicrous. Like a Frankenstein pig-robot. Who wants to bassanova.
But it's only a matter of time before it's the soundbed for every single commercial going.
Don't stand for it! Pitch forks at dawn people. Smash his weird little bones, I beg you.
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