Welcome (Back) To The Internet

Hello. Glad you could make it. You know us, and thankfully, we don’t know you, (because let’s face it you’re obviously a strange sort of person that has found yourself at our lovely corner of the interwebs), and we’d like to point out we are still alive. Barely. I feel I, or possibly we, have … Continue reading

YES

Fucking yes. http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/791630426/claptonhousepartycunts That is all.

More Kindred Spirits?

Now, you will know by now that we fucking hate hipsters. Any accidental hipsters must go through a thorough screening process before they talk to us. They must be cleansed. Real bone fide hipsters must go through a firey building wearing nothing but a moustache, riding a fixed-gear bike we doused in petrol only minutes … Continue reading

In Defence of the Ad Hominem

You’re not trustworthy. And you smell. It’s not like I can rely on your opinion, is it?  

Metal – Scientifically Nicer Than Indie

I’ve had an epiphany. Has it got this bad? Actually that implies I have just realised something, when in fact I have kind of known all along. I just happen to have an outlet for it these days. I’m pretty into my music. Both of us (me and Number One) in fact are. I generally … Continue reading

Public Service Anouncement

I read this somewhere. It’s a transcription of a stand up bit from some comic whose name escapes me at the moment. So if you said it (ha!) or know who said it, let us know. I have more to say on the subject but due to technical issues that cannot be resolved at the … Continue reading

Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way.

I’m not going to lie. I don’t walk at a particularly fast pace. In fact I walk kinda slow. If I am walking with someone else, most people in fact, chances are they will end up a couple of metres in front of me before they turn around and huff and wait for me to … Continue reading

Manufacture THIS

Manufactured pop. The musical equivalent of prison rape*. Am I the only one who is shit sick of these charlatans who call themselves ‘musicians’? Any bugger with a half decent voice can win a karaoke contest. But unless you write your own songs, don’t bother calling yourself a musician. You’re just a little puppet. Seriously, … Continue reading

Because Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy

Since we only do this for the pure joy we get out of hating, we rely solely on the minefield of social networking/word of mouth to bring traffic to this website. In light of that, we, Angry Man Number One and myself, have decided to throw ourselves at the mercy of things like Stumble Upon … Continue reading

Songs For My Jilted Generation

There’s an interesting article on the BBC website (good ol’ Aunty) that I came across this morning. You can read it here. It’s very UK centric so if that’s irrelevant to you then, well, tough. But it’s worth a read regardless. It talks of the generation born in the 80s and how they will be … Continue reading