Unreality Music

Hi! Thanks for visiting Unreality Music! If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to our RSS feed for regular updates.

I was a wee bit peeved to see so many drunken idiots both presenting and receiving awards at last night’s Brit Awards. I could barely understand a word Vic Reeves said, and Alan Carr’s gag about sticking a straw in Amy Winehouse’s beehive was tasteless and insulting to someone who’s obviously trying to get her career back on track.

We were wondering what the hell happened to Ozzy at one point in the proceedings, because he just disappeared. No offense, but Ozzy’s a liability - all that stammering and shuffling around - people are laughing at him, not with him, and it’s a bit like taking the piss out of someone with a disability.

Actually, it’s exactly like taking the piss out of someone with a disability.

Anyway, so Ozzy disappeared, and Sharon was a delightful cocktail of gobby and embarrassing, especially when she laid into Vic Reeves live on stage.

Then you had the Arctic Monkeys - resplendent in their country gentleman attire - but so utterly pickled that they had nothing intelligent to say. For a band who produce such sharp observations in their music, they let themselves down completely on stage last night.

And according to Chris Moyles, one member of Klaxons was actually unable to stand up during the press conference afterwards. Apparently the rest of the band had the good sense to be mortified, and ditched him for the interviews which came later.

Springer’s Final Thought…

There’s nothing wrong with getting a bit merry at an awards shindig, but the Brit Awards are supposed to be a celebration of the best talent we have on these islands.

You’d expect a bit of freaking professionalism from the establishment instead of backing up the myth that Britian is full of slobbering unintelligible drunks. Even our celebrities are wasted.

And the contrast between smart young acts like Mark Ronson and a nervous-but-sober Amy Winehouse was never so bloody apparent. The Brits organisers should be a little bit ashamed this morning that their choice (mostly of presenters) dragged the show to a low that even Mick Fleetwood and Sam Fox couldn’t imagine.