Nelson Galaxy

I recently listed to a free NME CD. It was called NME Presents Festival. It has some brilliant tracks on it from bands like Archie Bronson Outfit, Kaiser Chiefs, Howling Bells and Klaxons. However, one track really stood out. It was by Plan B, who the NME describe as a “potty-mouthed songwriter” who “unleashes a stripped-back rant”. A work colleague of mine says that Plan B is a brilliant rap artist and his lyrics are pure poetry.

Why did it stand out for me? Poetry? Nice memorable riff? Intelligent? No. It stood out for it’s pure offensive awfulness. This is one of the most unpleasant, offensive things I have every heard. The track begins; “White boy listen up. This is my time, you get me? F*****g c**ts.” Sorry? It just gets worse after that, becoming increasingly sexist and violent.

I have often thought that rap was one of those music forms that I just don’t understand. It is very popular, so perhaps I’m just missing something. Like skiffle for instance, or jazz. Now I realise that it is just an appalling form of music. Misogynistic and sexist. Don’t get me started on R ‘n’ B, with its stupid vocal gymnastics.

Adding an acoustic guitar does not make it more poignant you sad angry man.