RocknRoll Hell

My oh my, what a dismal showing the recent induction of George Martin to C4's R&R Hall of Fame was. Talking heads espoused his greatness, but instead of potentially interesting post-punk, new york funksters turned fifty-sixty somethings, the talking heads C4 gave us ranged from Celine & Ozzy up to Nobody, how George had done this and that blah de blah de la. Yeah fine, you've managed not to tell us anything interesting and the music's nowhere...and hand on just a miunte, was that Celine Dion we saw him with a fleeting moment ago amidst the jump cuts. I'd run for the hills, if I wasn't already cowering beneath one of albert's most northerly fells. Whatever his achievements and let's not forget (as everyone seems to in this aren't Oasis great, ohhh look the emperor bono has new clothes on, topsy turvey world where boring middle class white kids playing guitar and singing about love and isolation in the indie TM genre, bless, predominate like acid house never happened...erm go on just name anybody around right now...) lets not forget that in this musical garbage bin of existence we seem to have to live in, listen to at present, lets not forget that since his achievements with the Beatles, there's been punk, there's been Kraftwerk and there's been Acid House. That's erm at least three revolutions. Bloody hell, how many more will we need to kill them off. Instead the beheaded corpses of christmas pasts, stupid, ignorant bloated ancien' regime hangers on still perpetuate - and to this end we had a mega mix comprising an orchestra (groan) a dumb ass drummer (the moron from Queen) [awful], the pointless turd lead singer from Razorlight [worse than even Queen] drowning out Jose Gonzales (the point of his delicate guitar plucking against this racket was erm, what?!). In two words, truly awful. Thry should all be thoroughly ashamed of themselves, every single one of em.