Lewis Capaldi [4]


I am sick to death of this cunt. Sick to the back bloody teeth.

His ubiquity on the radio is beginning to grate on both my ears and my nerves.
The shite stations they have on at certain NHS establishments I have to frequent make sure I cannot escape this bastard.

His songs – for want of a better word – are dog turd of the highest order. First of all, someone should tell this fat fucking cunt that shouting is not – repeat not – singing. He sounds like a strangulated parrot with a megaphone. And, as for his lyrics. Listen to this corker…

‘I swear to God, I’ll survive
If it kills me to.’

Errr…. If it kills you, you won’t survive, will you? Fucking stupid inept fat cunt.

‘I’m gonna get up and try
If it’s the last thing I do.’

Again, if it’s the last thing you do, you will not be surviving anything. Is there a brain in that head of lard, supported by those 30 chins?

Not only is it excruciating shouting, it is shouting words that are absolute crap.

And, I am sick of hearing the useless talentless squawking fat fucker.

Link here: YouTube.

Nominated by : Norman

41 thoughts on “Lewis Capaldi [4]

  1. The son of Quasimodo and Susan Boyle,
    He parts his hair with his tongue.
    I feel bad for him 😕

    He makes mirrors scream
    And his shadow ran off

  2. Looks like he uses the same shampoo brand as jess Philips, as in hair licked by a mangy fox.

    Is he the fat Scottish version of ed sheeran?

    I imagine his music could force a vocal confession out of a mute.

  3. Wey hey, Orange Man has killed RoboRodney’s Chagos surrender and saved us £35 billion.

    Maybe we should give Lewis the 35 billion if he promises to shut the fuck up and fuck off. It would be well worth it.

  4. Not the worst I’ve ever heard but definitely not my cup of tea.

    MOR, boring and ubiquitous. There are far better out there remaining undiscovered.

    Most 21st century music you hear on the wireless is simply tedious.

    • And don’t you find that it all kind of sounds the same?
      Back in the day, there were very different genres of “popular” music – and you know what, most of them had lyrics that you could understand (even if you didn’t agree with them).
      Today’s music – male, female, or in between, is all so fucking boring and same old same old.

  5. But look at how many are at the concert in the link 😆…. actually paying to see this talentless wobbler, there’s no cost of living crisis if people have money too throw away on this purile cross…the past has gone, please bring it back 😩

    • All his songs are ballads,
      Broken heart,lonely, unrequited love,
      Missing you… Etc.

      Well sorry, but you look like a kicked over abortion bucket then you will be lonely.
      Only yourself to blame.

      Sing about something fun

      Donald wheres ya trewsers?
      Or Oots mon, moose loose aboot this hoose,
      Something that lets people know that your a scot and wont buy anyone a drink.

      • Did you know that the canapé was invented by a Scotsman when it was his turn to get a round in?

  6. Are we sure that’s not yvette pixie and ed shrivelled balls son.
    He has her gargoyle features and his fat gormless expression.

  7. Another one promoted by the woke because
    1. He is Scottish (no idea why Scotties are on some sort of pedestal)
    2. He is a fat bastard (awww poor him)
    3. He is an ugly bastard (awww poor him)
    4 He has a disability (Tourette twat)

    He can produce the worst music in the world and woke will claim it’s great.

    My verdict – Nowt special, at best mediocre

  8. I am in part grateful for this type of cunt for ensuring “modern music” is utter fucking garbage and can be safely ignored.

    But also,Oven.

    Good morning.

  9. Was it he who sang, “One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead men got up to fight, back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other”. To one song to the tune of another. Or am I mistaken.

  10. Im a rather brilliant surgeon and can do something about that hump.

    “what hump?”
    -young frankenstein

  11. I’ve learned to deal with ubiquitous, here today, gone tomorrow pop stars by trying to predict their future career patterns.
    There’s plenty of examples to go by when you think about it.
    For example, we’re told that the Spice Girls defined the 90s and sold 150 squillion records in 500 countries, but you’d never have guessed it by the way most of them have whored themselves out since.
    Obviously, young Lewis doesn’t have the option to fuck his way into money via a formula 1 boss or premier league footballer, so I predict he’ll end up as a judge on some shitty tv talent show in the not too distant future.
    As Freddie Mercury once said, ‘Talent will out, my dears’.
    Or in the case of this cunt and his contemporaries, it’ll run out pretty smartish.

    • Hes no Hank williams.

      My missus likes his music.
      Me, not so much.
      Funny, hes Scottish but looks transylvanian.

      • Same with my good lady, Mis.
        She’s either stuck in the 90s or listening to Capaldi like shit, which is all readily available on repeat via Heart FM.
        A radio station worthy of its own cunting.

    • Depending on where you read, he has a net worth of about £30 million, and was somehow never short of crumpet before he fluked his money.

      His music is utter pish but he is a funny cunt when answering questions, fair play to him I say

      • All the more reason to cheer up if he’s punching above his weight to that degree, CotI.
        But he keeps wallowing in mental elf issues, apparently.
        I’d be laughing my bollocks off if I was in his position.

  12. The beauty about the real so-called classical composers and musicians are never forgotten. They may waver in popularity from time to time, but always remembered. The likes of today’s shite is they are there one minute and gone the next. Never heard of a one hit wonder in the golden age of the classics.

  13. This lad can’t sing for shit.

    He just ends up doing this weird screeching when he has to attempt to belt something out.

    Not unlke that other horrible useless twat Ed Sheeran.

    To be fair, I’ve usually reached the off button before the song or the screeching really starts. Or have found a blunt object to throw in the direction of the particular device that the screeching is coming from.

  14. The music world is littered with cunts.

    I had to laugh the other day.

    Moby was slagging off Lola, by the Kinks.

    Says it’s transphobic 🙄

    Wanker, Ray Davies and his chums are fucking light years ahead of Moby in the musical talent stakes.

    He should be beaten to death with a Fender Stratocaster.

    The dull cunt.

    Good morning 👍

  15. Popular music charts in the forties was called Sheet Music before the records were made. Sounds like a Mexican saying shite music, for which it is, truth be told.

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