Kid artists are the scourge of humanity. And so are their parents as a result.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Exhibit A:
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber is the scourge of humanity. He can’t even dress appropriately, probably gets his haircuts from his Mother, who is the bigger scourge of humanity for giving birth to him, not only that, doesn’t even write his own lyrics, which means that I don’t know whose been doing it, but if “baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby” is anything to go by, it suggests that his supposed song-writer/s spent one night too many smoking blunts and watching porn for inspiration, or was too drunk to attempt anything lyrically decent. I’m almost inclined it was the same drunk butt-backward idiot that wrote that pisspathetic “Friday” song for the next Exhibit.
Exhibit B:
(May not be over-rated but Goddammit I’m going to bitch about this dumbass too)
Rebecca Black.
Yes..it was a dark day indeed when that was released upon the masses. Worse than releasing the Kraken out for a Sunday stroll through Central Park, Rebecca Black came along and just shit all over anything that was decent about music, transforming the peaceful world of harmony into one GIANT fucking episode of Sesame Street. Big Bird style.
I’ll leave it at that for the kid “artists”.
Adele? I’ve never heard anything positive from that one. She spends her life being miserable. You could glue tissue paper to that one, cover her in tar and feathers and she’d sing about the difficulties she had in trying to remove it without ripping off bits of skin. And then be glad you had your fun. That is one crazy, crazy, crazy girl.
I hate anything out of Pop Idol, or X Factor. I think they’re like factories that make sub-standard crap – think of the ‘artists’ they ‘produce’ as being those cheap nasty “made in China” toys – and the worst thing is that spotty-faced hypersensitive kids everywhere suck that shit up like it’s wholesome entertainment and it’s the next best thing since a sleepover at their best friend’s house.
I think music is a dying art form. Without genuinely talented bands out there, we’d be listening to a heck of a lot of rubbish on the radio right now.