Grrrrrr!!!
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Let's get one thing crystal clear shall we? I absolutely fucking unreservedly unequivocally HATE, DESPISE, LOATHE the Farm!!! They really have to be given a lifetime achievement gong - preferably in the form of a huge shit-encrusted bag of used condoms and tampons - for the double travesty of a) unmitigating naffness beyond the call of duty and b) shameless bandwagon jumping that would even make the Soup Dragons blush.
I really don't know what possesses such a bunch of uncultured opportunistic tramps to even think for one moment that they offered any significant contribution to modern music with the utter bilge they have churned out over two sorry decades now. I mean, first they were nondescript urchin rockers who tried to cash in on the shambling anorak indie "movement" as championed by the likes of Peely in the mid 80s, then they decided that after getting bored of that that the next wise move would be to draft in a horn section and try and do a Dexys Midnight Runners.
And then after THAT they decided that "Hey! Hendrix and Beefheart are currently where it's at isn't it?" and before they could even record a single note the tone deaf singer Peter Hooten realised that they couldnt even hear themselves at all in the studio because of all the laughing emanating from the tape op and engineer's room, so wisely decided on yet another image change.... which brings us to 1989 and the birth of B.A.G.G.Y. Oh yes.....
Fast forward to the present (and the reason for my broiling ire) where my pleasant amble amongst the groaning shelves of our local Tesco Xtra last weekend was made completely unbearable by the sound of one song that proceeded to torment my delicate ears for all of EIGHT MINUTES AND FIVE SECONDS. I am talking about EIGHT MINUTES AND FIVE SECONDS of tuneless, atonal, cliched and stomach wrenchingly excretory indie-dance-by-numbers whereby that tone deaf charlatan (no, not that one, but the other one) Peter Hooten mewls in his hopelessly feeble adenoidal scouse whine about uniting as one in a gesture of solidarity over the most hackneyed and charmlessly clumping backing track ever committed to tape.
The song in question - if you could call it one that is - goes under the title "All Together Now" and indeed the worst part of it was the repeated chorus which - in this extended 12inch mega version - went on and on and on and on like some particularly hideous form of Japanese Water Torture. Two minutes of this was bad enough, but when this became three, then four, and then five and more I started thinking that maybe I was a fool for being so polite earlier on when a fellow shopper rammed their trolley into my backside accidentally and apologised.
I really felt like abandoning my trolley and the multi-buy packets of dried dogfood I was about to treat my beloved two babies Checkers and Marbles to when I got back home and make a beeline - screaming maniacally - for the exits..... "AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! LORD PRESERVE US MERE MORTALS, BUT IF THERE IS A GOD THEN WHY IN HEAVEN'S NAME DID HE HAVE TO STAND BY AND LET US SUFFER THE FARM?????!!!!" But for the love of my children I just couldn't. So cue loads of gnashing of teeth and bulging of veins as I tried to suppress my rising anger as the cacophony continued completely oblivious to the sheer torture that I was undergoing.
Listen here everybody, I don't know what your feelings are about this band but I absolutely detest them with every little minute microscopic piece of my heart... they are the most desperate bunch of chancers in Christendom and just when I thought things couldn't get worse (and that I had finally seen the back of them prior to hearing that abomination on Sunday), it has been announced that they have reformed and are about to play a few gigs in Liverpool prior to possibly recording new stuff. Fuck me.... can somebody please hunt them down and kill them before it's too late??!! Put it this way, I'd rather be seen giving Foghorn Creamhorn Flowers a good and proper fisting backstage at Glastonbury - and then licking my fingers - than come within sniffing distance of yet more malodorous recordings by that bunch of talentless cheesy smeg-encrusted dickwipes called The Farm!!!
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Phew! Glad I got that off me chest.....
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