pop music, orchestrated and managed by some reprehensable slug of a manager. the ethic that sex sells is demonstrated here to full effect- first single 'no sleep tonight' leaves little to the imagination, has no bridge, and utilises
police siren samples for absolutely
no purpose. latching onto
the NME new wave of bands
prefixed with 'the', the saving grace of this story is that the faders wont be around
to see the end of the year.
i did read somewhere that the drummer held a music diploma. but as the adage goes, its not what
you got, its what
"hey, the faders are on PopWorld again."
"PopWorld is great. I wonder
what Simon will say to mock them."
"i never noticed his anti-pop tones when I was younger"
"nor that Mequita
was fucked on charlie."