Barry Egan is sound!

Tweet Just kidding! He's a repugnant twat. On thrillpier Ian has linked to a barmy piece in the Irish Indo where the illiterate buffoon temporarily removes his Mick Hucknall lookalike competition winning head out of Andrea Roche's ass to sing the praises of James Blunt. In the piece, Egan comes out with this remarkable nugget-"If, say, Ian Curtis had written Goodbye My Lover, the critics would be swooning." It gets better. The Egster draws comparisons between James Blunt and Lord Byron, presumably by the same faulty mental mechanism that once had him liken Paris Hilton to Botticelli's Venus. And, in a final demonstration of his awesome knowledge of alternative music, he calls Radiohead a lo-fi band. I wrote him a wee comment. But funnily it didn't show up. Shame, because it wasn't libelous or anything. Just horribly abusive. But seriously, Radiohead are about as lo-fi as Genesis, and comparing James Blunt to Ian Curtis? Is he on crack? Barry Egan's journalism is without fail, overwrought nonsense that celebrates nobodies and is about as substantial as candyfloss. Our national press is a disgrace when clowns like him and Victoria brown-nose Clarke are getting so much column space in the Sunday broadsheets. Come to think of it, he really does look like a clown, a big creepy ginger clown without make-up. "Can I haz interview wit Glendo Gilzen Plz?" My brother recently saw this band when he was on holidays in the States and reckoned they rocked like motherfuckers! MP3: No Age-Everybody's Down