I was feeling a bit "boo hoo" about my summer holiday ending (been in Barcelona last week, which is well boss!) but then Rod came home with the new Razorlight album.
He's a bit mardy cos it shits on The Faces (oops, pardon!) and is literally the best thing I've ever heard. SERIOUSLY! ITS EVEN BETTER THAN 'MAGGIE MAY'. Sure, Johnny Borrell has clearly lost his mind, producing an album of soft rock stadium shmultz, but lyrically it's out of this world.
Ricky Wilson, you fat turd, you can keep your "what do you want for tea? I want crisps" gash. We've got Razorlight back now. There's one track on here called 'North London Trash', on which dear old Johnny parps on about the colour of his Converse and his girl "with a hot body". We also learn that Johnny was "raised by a radio in a broken home", which must have been truly shocking at bath time.
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