Maroon 5 are easily the worst musical bastards to be found anywhere, at anytime during all of human existence.

I’d preferably listen to jazz or, and it cunting pains me to say this, Muse!

I dunno who the lead singer is but his voice is so absurdly cuntish it defies all conceivable logic that any sentient person would go out of their way to pay money to listen to it.

The first time I heard ‘Pay phone’ (if you haven’t been subjected to it, please, just… just listen in the once so you can stop it a short time into the ‘song’ and remind yourself that you however bad your life is you still have the control to abort such a terrible occurrence) on the cunt filled abyss that is Radio 1 I genuinely believed it to be a joke/comedy song that was released as a piss-take. It’s the worst song I’ve ever heard.

“I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone? Baby, it’s all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?”

Those are the opening lyrics to the cunt-heap of it.

Take off your caps and stand in a moments reflection on the death of sanity and taste because, you sweet, pure, innocent cunts, that monstrosity sat astride the top of the sales charts in this fair country for 2 fucking weeks.

A dirty, yank, cunt-weasel import that should be drowned in the mid-Atlantic. Maroon cunting 5.

Nominated by: Cunt O’MaCunto