ROBBIE, THE CLOSEST THING WE’VE GOT TO ELVIS

Sun. February 22, 2004
Categories: Abstract Dynamics

Some twat on C4’s Ultimate Pop Star, tonight: ‘Robbie is the closest thing we’ve got to Elvis.’
Good God.
I don’t know about you, but I can barely stand to watch Robbie. He’s almost too perfect an object of hatred. The arch PoMo meta-prancing, the cocaine gurning, the faux-profundity of the lyrics (actually listen to the words of the vile ‘Angels’, for instance: they are signifers of meaningfulness that are in themselves almost total nonsense), the end-of-the-pier England-at-its-worst ‘humour’, the tiresome arrogance and posturing self-hatred. He manages to push ALL my buttons, manages to work me up into a steaming rage EVERY TIME I see the fuck.
Had to get that off my chest.
But, fuck, Adam and the Ants, weren’t they brilliant?

3 Responses to “ROBBIE, THE CLOSEST THING WE’VE GOT TO ELVIS”

  1. Angus Says:
    February 23rd, 2004 at 12:33 pm

    Sadly, though, Robbie is still probably the closest thing you’ve got to Elvis. [grin]

  2. mark k-punk Says:
    February 23rd, 2004 at 6:56 pm

    Albeit a billion trillion miles away…..

  3. mwanji Says:
    February 24th, 2004 at 3:10 am

    I’ve only heard his singles on radio or TV, but I kind of like them. The lyrics are rarely anything more than clever (and at least they’re that), but I doubt Robbie would claim them to be anything more. That might be just another pose, though.
    It’s a hall of mirrors.