“We tried. Honestly we gave it a good three or four listens from start to finish, just searching for something, anything positive to say about the easiest target in showbusiness (or, for that matter, in any business). Is there a point, we thought, in making yet more gags about how James Blunt is posh / is a wet blanket /has a name that so handily rhymes with the word that sums up the world’s opinion on him? Will it really put even the tiniest of dents in the inevitable nine zillion album sales?
It is with this in mind that, rather than wasting any space on such things as describing the actual music here (insipid, beige, devoid of… oh come on, you know) we now present some of the lyrical howlers that more effectively demonstrate his Satanic levels of hideousness. “Why don’t you give me some love / I’ve… weiter lesen