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Originally Posted by Glice
I'm not alone! Thank you Lord!
Awful band, and I still find myself fond of them more often than I do something that I know, in my heart of hearts, is better.
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Fucking Hell!!!!!
That is genuinely brilliant to know. I'll stick on a piece of utter,
utter tripe like 'London Can You Wait', or 'Olympian' or even, heaven help me, 'Sleep Well Tonight' and I'm thinking, why on earth am I actually enjoying this? And am I alone in this affliction?
I'm convinced it's the drumming. I mean maybe it's brilliant and we just didn't realise. Maybe that fucking imbecile in the beret that plays the drums is the one true talent in the band and it's him, beret boy, who's subliminally drawing us back time and time again to what otherwise remain an utterly shit band. I mean what else can it possibly be? Certainly not Rossiter's lyrics. Anyone who can start a pop song with the line 'my kith and kin' is frankly a cunt.