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Musical Journalism.

This is one for RAB.

It is an ever growing idée fixe of mine that The Telegraph is going rapidly downhill.

I don’t mean in editorial PoV but in terms of quality of writing.

This deranged piece is shocking. It is essentially a piece of alleged music journalism by someone who clearly has no idea. Apart from anything he seems to think the band Blur are some sort of new, “challenging”, contemporary beat combo (like those lovable Scouse mop-tops who are still going – apart from the two who are dead) and not a bunch of middle-aged blokes. Christ, Alex James’s major interest these days is making cheese. Blessed be them and all.

It sounds like Alec Douglas-Home ate a book by Derrida and then puked it onto a laptop.

And how many billions is this whole charade costing?


  1. gristle says:

    Wow like your’e so L7 man ! I mean this cats straight outta the fridge daddio.

  2. It’s absolutely shocking. The Specials haven’t been any good since around 1981. Are they the new generation?

  3. Andrew Duffin says:

    In various places around the Intertubes you’ll see the Telegraph referred to as the “Failygraph”, the “Barclay brothers’ Beano” and various other uncomplimentary monikers.

    It has indeed been dumbed-down almost to the point of tabloidism.

    It is full of the most contemptible rubbish including “celebrities”, non-news, pages upon pages of fashion, lightly-recycled press releases from fake charities, absurd nonsense about AGW from the likes of Geoffrey Lean and Louise thingumy (can’t be arsed to look it up), plus some sort of escaped Guardianista called Mary Riddell who writes leftish pish every so often.

    I still buy it, but only because of Booker – when they sack him, that’ll be the last time I read it.


  4. NickM says:

    Well, my take on this is kinda based on being almost exactly the right age to remember when Blur hit the scene and to be a bright young thing at the time. Now I’m 38 and something in me suspects that’s about the age the folks who decide this are. So they are picking a headlining band that they thought was like cool when they were students. It’s sort of like “dad dancing” at a wedding. It makes me feel old. I mean the musicians I lost my virginity to (actually that was The Stones but you know what I mean) are soon to be on things like the BBC’s “Grumpy Old Men”. I also suspect they went for Blur because the Gallaghers would have a fight and Liam would on stage shout, “Why isn’t this in fookin’ Manchester you Southern cunts!” and Suede (if they’re still sort of about either as Suede or The Tears or whatever) are still too edgy. As are Pulp. Of course Suede and Pulp are *the* Britpop bands. Oasis were a Beatles tribute act and Blur had their moments but, as Verdi said of Wagner, dreadful half-hours. I suspect further Adele (the world’s sweetheart – the new Houston?) would have requested an HS2 full of money to do it anyway. I watched a bit of the Brits last night. I was shocked to see “One Direction” there. Christ almighty! I thought they’d be doing Butlins by now.

  5. NickM says:

    What first really got me about The Telegraph becoming the tabloid bought by people too ashamed to buy The Mail was them flagging every frigging Google Doodle with a the sort of churnalism that is lifted pretty much directly from wikipedia. Today they’re doing Hertz’s birthday. But they still flag it as a top story. As though it was any story. It’s fucking dismal.

  6. RAB says:

    When I started writing for Sounds and NME in 1976, the National newspapers didn’t touch rock journalism, other than to cheer when a star of the day overdosed or to tut tut at the number of drug busts at Glastonbury. Last year the BBC sent 400 staff to cover Glastonbury, I covered it twice for Sounds all on my lonesome, with just the one photographer.

    Yes, the writing is piss poor purple prose, but I’ve certainly seen worse. Christ you should see some of the pretentious unreadable garbage that Paul Morley and Jon Savage used to come out with in the late 70s.

    And yes, the choice of bands is hardly cutting edge is it? The Specials is particularly disappointing as they are a hollow reed these days. They only reformed for the money, and the man who formed the band and wrote all the music isn’t there, my old friend Jerry Dammers (he used to live in the room next to mine in Nottingham, we used to jam together, he had a really beautiful National Steel guitar). Jerry’s moved on of course, not stuck in the past like this lot. But I can’t see his current outfit, the Spatial AKA Orchestra getting booked somehow.

    This choice of second and third rate music really is an indicator of what a disaster these Games are going to be. The may just as well have gone for Sir Paul the Potless, but he’s already booked for her Maj’s Diamond Jubilee innee?

    Still, I look forward to the Specials doing Ghost town to a half empty stadium ;-)

  7. MickC says:

    By the time the MSM have noticed, they’re over.

  8. RAB says:

    They are hoping to have a suprise Superstar turn up of course, but I think he’ll be a bit busy come July :-)

  9. Sam Duncan says:

    Alex James had a column in the Spectator, for Pete’s sake. This ageing hipsters’ beano is the New Establishment’s equivalent of getting Handel to write a commemorative oratorio. Only I can’t imagine people getting together for ad-hoc performances of The Great Escape in 250 years’ time, somehow.

    Anyway, from what I understand, they’re not going to have New Order; they’re going to have Three Quarters of New Order, ‘cos Hooky’s gone off in a huff. Great. Hold me back.

    “Blur had their moments but, as Verdi said of Wagner, dreadful half-hours.”

    Ain’t that the truth.

  10. Peter says:

    3/4 of New Order or 1/2 of Joy Division. Take your pick, I know which I would prefer.

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