Westlife sum up everything that’s wrong with the music industry. They’re charmless. They’re gormless. They’re talentless. They have delusions of grandeur. And most of all, they sing really, really, really shit songs.
I had the singular privilege recently of spending a day with one of America’s leading Brecht scholars. I don’t think I dare bring this abomination to his attention. I sense rapid gyrations from a normally quiet corner of the Dorotheenfriedhof in Berlin.
[edit: This is what it should sound like.]