If by that you mean 'rap' without talent, then yes, Jessie J; indubitably. I now can go into grumpy old tart mode quite justifiably, having forced myself to watch this travesty of music. Must we fling this pop filth at our kids, indeed. There is not one shred of songwriting involved here, or did I miss something? No musical ability necessary, no years of paying dues playing toilets and clubs. Just slap on some slap, swear and make choking noises whilst attempting to rhyme in a manic faux mockney estuary chav lite screech. Judder your pelvis in the way an epileptic nymphomaniac from planet MTV would if tasered by a sex dwarf with Parkinsons and Tourettes (apologies to anyone actually with Tourettes, even though it seems to have become the most 'cool' affliction of nos jours). It (Pop) has become such an extreme parody that it disappeared up it's own fundament; I see no difference between this inane din and the piss take songs in 'Get Him To the Greek'. You could not make it up - wait. They DID. Has the talent pool shrunk so much, and the attention span become so nanosecond short, that this digital autotuned pile of steaming ordure now passes for astonishing talent? That the dumbed down drivel they dribble is acceptable as Wildean wit when audible? Lady Gaga the Post apocalyptic poetess of preciousness? I would say pretentious, but it isn't even that elevated. Is that the appeal? The harsh urban pretence? So that everyone can feel a bit gangsta, innit? Pop a cap in yo mamas ass when she ax yo to do yo homework? even though you live in Bath... Maybe I just 'don't get it' in the way I used to think older people didn't get Punk; but Punk did at least spawn some discernible talents and influences? All I see this genre doing is revolving (devolving?) in ever decreasing circles; even dub step is old hat now. For one fleeting moment I did hope it might be the music of the future, the way forward... but no. False alarm. There is no future, as we used to say...
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