Right, I recorded most of Glastonbury and am catching up whenever there's no football on this week. After a number of years of not being able to put my finger on what it is about Kasabian that prevents me from liking them, I'm going to have a go;
They are just a load of fucking noise.
Love or loathe Oasis (and I love them), they came along at the right time with some quality fucking tunes and caught the public's attention. They were (until they became too big) the people's band. The working class boys done good, whatever you want to call them. They went stale and were churning out a bit of shit by the end.
These fuckers from Leicester though are nothing of the sort. They've decided that they are the next working class heroes whether we like it or not. Serge prancing around trying to be a geek chic style Jarvis Cocker for the modern day. Cocker had more charisma in his calf muscle that that bowler hat wearing twat.
Tom, the lead singer has watched Liam Gallagher playing the knob for so many years, he's forgotten who he is himself. It's like watching Liam merged with Robbie cunting Williams he loves himself so much.
Then there's the music. Much in the same way that Martin Tyler is chasing the ultimate piece of commentary to match Kenneth Wolstenholme, Kasabian are trying to find an anthem. It's never going to happen.
The fuckwits that follow them are the Jeremy Kyle generation who arrived too late for the '90's but want to recreate it. You can almost hear them claiming they're "mad for it".
What a soccer am pile of utter wank. I'd rather Take That headlined Glastonbury than these pricks.