Fuck you, you did what they told you
December 21, 2009
Disclaimer: it is entirely possible that this post will be a swear-filled rant.
Well, isn’t that just dandy. Rage Against The Machine are number 1, beating the latest sonic abortion to spring from Cowell’s loins into second place. All across the internet, bourgeois fuckwits are slapping themselves on the back, congratulating their cleverness in outwitting the dundering zombie hordes of X-Factor fans. Even Charlie Brooker has joined in the self-congratulatory mutual masturbation session. I used to respect him, but clearly he’s decided to join his fellow middle-class cultural fascists in drowning in an ocean of their own jizz.
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IS AT NUMBER ONE. It doesn’t stop you from buying the music you want to buy. It doesn’t stop artists from playing the music they want to play. All it does is represent who happens to have sold the most music in that given week. In essence, all the bourgeois end of the internet has done is say in one voice, “Hey, we don’t approve of chav tastes in music, so we’re going to use our superior economic & organisational power to really dick on them.”
Somehow, this is being painted as a victory for decency over the lowest common denominator; the subtext being the subversion of the preferences of the poor. This is dressed up as a victory over the power of the X-Factor and Simon Cowell; because as is increasingly clear on message boards across the internet, the people who bought Killing In the Name Of don’t believe it’s possible that people could’ve actually liked the music shovelled out of the X-Factor birthing canal and made the decision to buy it for themselves. It must be because they’ve been hypnotised by the almighty Cowell!
Fuck you. If you want to piss over the choices of the poor and uneducated, don’t do under the pretence of rescuing them from themselves, and from the people who want to exploit them. At least admit you hate chavs, the working classes and everything associated with them. Admit that this was never about music, but about the middle classes hating the fact that poor people outnumber them.