Lovely
In the first of a series of regular blogs, SCR’s pet journalist Adam Patrick will be talking some jive.
This blog may contain imaginative swears, tenuous metaphors and irregular mentions of Mars Milk in the hope of securing a sponsorship deal.
Remember when politics was the new rock n’ roll? Me neither. Apparently it was just after cooking, tennis, maths and pens were the new rock n’ roll.
Anyway, in case you hadn’t noticed, it is almost time for Britain to choose which pallid, dreary whiteboy gets to be out-cooled by Obama at the next G8 meeting.
Policies aside – mainly because I do not know any of them – Obama is a rock n’ roll politician. He is like Gil Scott Heron with a better tailor. He probably even played bass on the first TV on the Radio record.
Our lot by comparison, look like the sort of dudes who play keyboard – not even guitar or bass, but keyboard - in a Dire Straits cover band (Cameron) or listen to World Music and own a bongo (Clegg).
Even Brown, with his rich Scottish heritage, has admitted his favourite band is the Bee Gees. Apparently he doesn’t even like Errors or Mogwai. Bizarre.
To be honest, this whole election fever is a bit like a Muse song now – an endless loop of uninspired, repetitive noise. Take THAT, Matt Bellamy!
Still, at least since Tony Blair buggered off, there’s no fucking guitar solo to sit through.
Until next time, lotsa love byeeee!
AP
