so yeah, if i was religious and believed in a world that made sense with a nice purpose and happy ending and a big friendly man in the sky that loved me and all the rest of his children except for the ones who were male and liked to stick bits of each other into each other i would probably wonder whatever the point of ugly chicks was, because i’m pretty sure that no big ol’ deity in their right mind would create them. they serve no purpose except for to remind us that it could be worse, there could be more (that is except for if you’re in great yarmouth).
anyway, i got served in woolworths by a proper ugly chick the other day and while i was in there i decided to take a cursory look over their cds and realised that i actually hated EVERYTHING there. seriously, there was very little there which I didn’t actively dislike and this made me wonder whatever the fuck happened to pop music, because i would’ve thought that woolworth’s stock would be about as mainstream as they come but it was entirely composed of dull indie bands and slick r&b.
i’m sorry, but when the fuck did chart music get so worthy? has everyone forgotten when pop came brightly coloured from scandinavia with dance moves for the jailbaits to learn?
well I haven’t, and in the honour of taking it way back i decided to rejig some nostalgia. enjoy.
whigfield - saturday night (the boho grow intro's fuck my disco remix)
buy the original (Ha Ha)