.....for all their monstrously, inexplicably, astoundingly huge success..........so undisputably, unmitigatingly, unwaveringly, unreservedly WRETCHED AND DULL that every time I see, hear, or read about them anywhere or at any time, I have to screw my eyes shut, grit my teeth and imagine whether or not I'd actually be better off chewing on a three-week old puke-laced and maggot-encrusted pepperoni pizza [salvaged from a scuzzy student's wheelie bin] in a state of sheer utter destitution than ever coming within earshot of one of Chris Martin's insipid oh-so-worthy unmusical abominations again.
How the fookin' bleedin' hell did a band with such a terminally crap name as Coldplay (I ask you... What the fuck is that about? Coldplay????? Clayplod more fookin' like!!!!!) become so hugely successful by achieving so little? Surely they are the embodiment of bland mediocrity for the masses? A panacea for all the world's ills? I don't bloody well think so! Fookin' hate it when jumped up pop stars like our Mr Paltrow twat suddenly develop a conscience and start adapting a bleedin' Sting complex. Just knob off - and take your safe, conservative, ploddingly meaningless and pretentious pseudo-rock with you, fookin' pancake features!
Viva La Vida?
HASTA LA FOOKIN' VISTA more like!!!
Fookin' curly haired Bell End in exclesis !!
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