Off Message

Signs of the decline of western civilization #537: the existence of this album. Quite apart from the title being a contradiction in terms; leaving aside the monumental laziness of the concept and indeed the track selection; ignoring for the moment the horrible stench of lowest common denominator marketing hanging over the thing like a toxic fug, there’s this: I actually know people who will buy it. And that in itself is cause for utter, utter despair.

Blimey. Poor old Tewkesbury. Stopped there once after the Big Chill. Now look at the place.