Having read John Clarke’s elegantly-written, though fundamentally blasphemous, tirade against my beloved Smiths, I thought that as soon as calmed myself down a bit, I would indulge in some scathing iconoclasm of my own. Because there is one band that I have consistently disliked since the first time their fingernail-sounds scratched down the tonally-sensitive blackboard of my ear drums. And what makes it worse is that everyone seems to bloody adore them… Ladies and Gentleman, I just don’t get Muse.
