Should we point out that the decade’s first number one was this:
They cut out the “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me” bit because people that don’t swear at kids are FUCKIN’ PUSSIES.
The oddest complaint about the song that was getting aired on the chart show is that you can’t sing along to it. But you can. That’s the entire point of it. That, and the pleasing chunkchunkchunkCHUNKCHUNKCHUNK noise the guitars make. I’m sure there’s a deeper thing going on here but my shoulders hurt. Poor Joe is going to be perma-tagged as the enemy of real music. Rage Against The Machine will headline Reading and Leeds again, probably (are they still together? It’s difficult to tell). Zane Lowe will talk in complete paragraphs. Mutterings about “grass roots” and “real music” and “the kids” and such.
It’s like they took the last decade of internet discourse about music and poured it into my ear via Scott Mills’ voice.
Switch begins with “I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day” and my palate is all nice and cleansed. The best number one of the year =
And that’s alright with me. Night.
