(And before you protest – “But Lee, how dare you bash pop music” – I direct you to this. Read it and weep, you smug little louts.) Any 20-something American probably recalls the irrepressible refrain from Fall Out Boy rebounding down their school halls – “down, down, in an earlier round, / sugar we’re going […]
You’d have to have been found swaddled in a wicker basket in a forest clearing and bought up and reared by wankers to ever consider this anything other than time-marking bollocks of the most tedious kind. Legends.