Blog: The Line Of Best Fit

Nobody, but nobody, combines the inane and the banal quite like  The Suzukis . There's Oasis, then below that Kasabian, then Twisted Metal (who? Oh them), then (Viva) Brother, then several thousand fathoms of shit-smelling piss-water, then The Suzukis. Conducted at the expense of Suzuki frontman, Chris Veasey, this  ugly slice of smirking cultural / class superiority is a pox on all our names, but two minutes in the company of the Wigan quartet is enough to turn even the most open-minded music fan into a simpering art-Sloan. Billy Porter's disingenuous absurdism is small potatoes next to the prescribed, [...]