She’s Not Fit (And The Musics Sh*t)

January 11th, 2011

What with it being 2011 it seemed as though a few items needed a re-boot for no apparent reason other than everything else, eventually, gets a re-boot. Look at Battlestar Gallactica. Look at Spiderman. The fact is that we need to keep up with the swingers and the shakers.

So welcome to the newly establishment b*astardised sibling of comfy beans confident ‘She’s Fit (But The Musics Sh*t) now specialising in ultimate horror and abject tirades against those who somehow sneak through the gaps of life, make a name for themselves with some pap they came up with on the bus and cash in until the cow runs dry. Who better to start us off with than Florence Welch of album re-releasing mega-whores Florence and the Machine.

I have never liked them. When they first came out they seemed all happy and dreamlike and they pranced away in the corner away from my eyes, which I was more than contented with. They released single after single which, depressingly, even from my viewpoint, sounded very similar with accompanying music videos which seemed to highlight the fact that 1) their singer was a girl and 2) their singer was ginger.  The album was released to critical acclaim as if kooky female singers were somehow a rarity in this day and age. Then however came the crown turd in the lunchbox.

A cover. A single. Run into the ground like a parched wizard looking for water. Everywhere you went you couldn’t escape the tiresome opening line of, “Sometimes I feel like holding my hands up in the air…”. I quite liked the original and it didn’t deserve any of this. Wave after wave kept hitting you in the face until the album was released again with this guff, then again as a limited edition box set, then again to incorporate even more tracks. The whole point of a box set is that it gives you a wide berth of the artist’s music and not the same ten or so songs over and over again live, acoustically and then demoed. It’s just stupid and I know it will have been the record company behind this but even so there is a line.

Then to make matters worse she started believing her own hype and you could find her draped over anything within a 50 mile radius of yourself warbling out in front of a crowd of a couple of thousand. I can only hope that, like Sandi Thom, she will be ousted out of the public eye as soon as possible. Even Gaga has a couple of tunes. This is just terrible.

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