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Top ten twats in rock and pop.
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Ryan Adams been mentioned yet?
Speak of the devil. https://www.nme.com/news/music/ryan-...ations-2596625Last edited by RobW; 14-01-2020, 17:11.
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i would like to nominate the French rocker Florent Pagny. For those of you fortunate enough not to be familiar with him, let's start with my shallowest complaint:
Look. At. The. State. Of. Him.
After he had some (execrable) hits in the 1990s he moved to Patagonia in protest at having to pay the top rate of income tax. There he recorded his (execrable) song Ma liberté de penser (My freedom of thought), which according to wikipedia "deals with Pagny's problems with the French treasury." It was a great success. Go on, see how much of it you can sit through. (And be grateful if you can't understand the lyrics.) He was eventually prosecuted for tax fraud.
Recently he changed his story and claimed that he moved abroad so that his children didn't have to speak Arabic on their way home from school.
He rose to fame in the 1980s as the much older boyfriend of 15-year-old Vanessa Paradis.
But what really marks him out is that, even by the standards of plodding 1990s French variétoche, his oeuvre is completely and irrevocably shit, his success a total mystery to me.
Nowadays he looks like a sort of hipster Gandalf and displays his quite incredible self-regard on the French version of The voice. Apparently he lives in Portugal, in his words, "for real tax reasons" (as opposed to fraudulent ones).
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Slash got mentioned earlier - I disagree with the nomination as he never seemed to choose the junkie lifestyle, and realised fairly quickly that he was going to end up dead and got himself out of it.
Axl Rose is the twat in (what's left of) that band.
Courtney Love? Had not one but two very unflattering songs written about her.
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Ooh, can we do Bertrand Cantat next?
In 2003, Cantat began an affair with French actress Marie Trintignant. On July 26 of that year, Cantat and Trintignant got in a fight in a hotel room in Vilnius, Lithuania, following a dispute over a text message. Seven hours later, Trintignant’s brother called emergency services to go to the couple’s Lithuanian hotel room, as Trintignant had slipped into a deep coma. She died of swelling to the brain several days later in hospital.[2] The post-mortem examination suggested that Cantat had inflicted 19 blows to Trintignant's head, causing irreversible brain damage.[3] In court, Cantat claimed he "slapped" Trintignant four times before putting her to bed.[4] He claimed he had flown into a jealous rage after she received a text message from her ex-husband.[5] Trintignant was 41 at the time of her death, and left four young sons.
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Originally posted by laverte View Post
After he had some (execrable) hits in the 1990s he moved to Patagonia in protest at having to pay the top rate of income tax. There he recorded his (execrable) song Ma liberté de penser (My freedom of thought), which according to wikipedia "deals with Pagny's problems with the French treasury." It was a great success. Go on, see how much of it you can sit through. (And be grateful if you can't understand the lyrics.)
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Maybe i have an issue with ukuleles. His biggest hit Savoir aimer is truly bombastic; it was number one for a zillion weeks and i remember it with the same fondness as i do Love is all around, ie none.
ursus, i think Cantat belongs in a deeper circle of hell than most of the people on this thread. And i can't understand why Amadou et Mariame recorded with him after his release (and after the next woman he lived with killed herself). However, what does belong on a twatty thread is his anti-Brexit anthem L'angleterre from 2017, sample lyrics (my translation):
From Europe they [the 'English'] have fled
That further limits their horizons
Brexit – your illusions.
"You can die in the jungle [reference to Sangatte]
We've got nothing to do with your fizzog
You'll stay stuck where you are."
You want to see the end of the tunnel
You want to cross the Channel
To England, my wee brother,
And there's nothing to be done about it.Last edited by laverte; 14-01-2020, 17:44.
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Ah, right. I'm sure you've Googled it by now, but anyway, option 3:
https://www.collinsdictionary.com/di...sh/first-water
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Re Gillespie, he winds me up no end with his immaculate record collection substituting for any talent, his piss weak attempts at rock n roll, his thin and reedy no range voice, the bullshit love of junkie rock n roll mythology. His fucking lyrics. Moving in above a Camden pub and then getting pub in shit with the council cos live music was keeping his wean up at night. Mr Socialist sending said wean to private school. His Student Grant attempts at political analysis and searing comment. His big mopey face. His (along with his punchable as fuck mate Alan McGee) whole pretending to be from No Mean City Weegieland upbringing rather than a Respectable Working Class Handsome Red Sandstone Tenement suburb (to quote forgotten 80s Scotch sitcom on the neuroses of talentless artists of the weegie lower middle class City Lights, he was regaling gullible NME hacks with made up tales of woe from from "My Childhood Up A Close") with his da a career trade unionist/failed as fuck SLab parliamentary candidate Dad (perhaps fuelling his full on Unionism as the Nats snatched what should have been a safe by election seat to Jim "Lexit Wank" Sillars).
i loved Screamdelica and Dixie Narco EP, but just about everything else they did is piss weak or a total rip off from some part of his fuckin record collection. Mr Agreeable had him bang to rights, a singing knee.Last edited by Lang Spoon; 14-01-2020, 20:42.
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Originally posted by Lang Spoon View PostRe Gillespie, he winds me up no end with his immaculate record collection substituting for any talent, his piss weak attempts at rock n roll, his thin and reedy no range voice, the bullshit love of junkie rock n roll mythology. His fucking lyrics. Moving in above a Camden pub and then getting pub in shit with the council cos live music was keeping his wean up at night. Mr Socialist sending said wean to private school. His Student Grant attempts at political analysis and searing comment. His big mopey face. His (along with his punchable as fuck mate Alan McGee) whole pretending to be from No Mean City Weegieland upbringing rather than a Respectable Working Class Handsome Red Sandstone Tenement suburb (to quote forgotten 80s Scotch sitcom on the neuroses of talentless artists of the weegie lower middle class City Lights, he was regaling gullible NME hacks with made up tales of woe from from "My Childhood Up A Close") with his da a career trade unionist/failed as fuck SLab parliamentary candidate Dad (perhaps fuelling his full on Unionism as the Nats snatched what should have been a safe by election seat).
i loved Screamdelica and Dixie Narco EP, but just about everything else they did is piss weak or a total rip off from some part of his fuckin record collection. Mr Agreeable had him bang to rights, a singing knee.
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