are cunts and full of cunts.
I’ve just read the music journo equivalent of slurry, fawning over that talentless trollop Charlie XCX in a review of her recent performance at Reading Festival.
“She commanded the stage with a singular focus and was bolstered by a live band in places and a group of dancers; the result was a statement of epic proportions.”
Put your crayon away you intellectual midget and let us reflect here for a moment. Back in the day when I was a festival going kid, Reading was headlined by legends, The Stones, The Yardbirds, The Animals, The Who, Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac, Cocker, Beck, Marmalade, just a few of the genuine talents to have graced the stage at Reading. What do we have now? A karaoke act with her growler hanging out of her pants. It’s not good enough, note in that review the words, ‘bolstered by a live band IN PLACES’. All I can say is that Gen Z are easily pleased, mind, most of them seem to be as thick as a fucking breeze block. Cunts!
Nominated by Benito Cuntolini.




