I’ve watched part of one episode – the last – of “The X-Factor”, the latest in the music business’s attempt to totally destroy its mystique and push itself into a spiral in which short-term artists pop up, are famous for as long as it takes a match to burn out (remember Michelle watsername, winner of the last Pop Idol? What is she doing now?) and then vanish.
And then they came on, four blokes in suits, and do Radiohead’s ‘Creep’ – an anthem of disaffected rage and alienation. In cod-opera voices. Sure, pop will eat itself, but it would be nice if it weren’t force-fed.
As for G4, folk mebbe considerin’ one of them necktie parties for them. Good grief. I can bear some of the lounge-style covers of Radiohead (they’re the only ones on the iTunes Music Store, as the band won’t let their stuff go on it). But this was beneath irony.