TODAY’S so-called ‘pop stars’ care more about the rainforest and prancing around like nancy boys than proper tunes. Luckily for gammons, there are still some you can listen to without getting even angrier.
Chas & Dave
Chas may have passed – RIP, maestro – but the duo’s British humour lives on. Modern youngsters don’t appreciate ‘rockney’, and think lyrics about nagging wives are somehow ‘out of date’. They should get down the boozer, sing Rabbit and discuss the barmaid’s breasts. That’ll learn them there’s more to life than woke.
If GB News needs a house band, Eric’s your man. He’s an ‘old-fashioned conservative’ and we can forgive the druggie, free-love blip in his career which was Cream. Sadly today’s snowflakes don’t recognise genius when they hear it, whether it’s the riff from Layla or Eric’s pissed-up views on immigration.
When she’s not at F1’s spiritual home of Silverstone with Christian Horner, Geri’s probably still banging on about Margaret Thatcher inventing ‘Girl Power’. Probably. Nobody remembers her switching allegiance to the Labour Party because it’s difficult to keep track of her infinite babbling. The Union Jack dress is all that matters.
Gammons’ Covid denialism has been confirmed by the pandemic magically ending. So well done Ian Brown for trying to free the sheeple from lockdown hell with a matter-of-fact song and your well-thought-out public statements. You’re definitely going to buy his latest CD if it pisses off metropolitan lefties. And if it’s not too shit to actually listen to, that’s a bonus.
Has there ever been more of a national institution than Francis Rossi? (Apart from the Queen.) He invented rock music as we know it, right here in Brexit Britain. The Quo had too many fantastic chugalong hits to mention: In the Army Now, The Wanderer, Rockin’ All Over the World. A brilliant song, so long as they don’t come here.
We’ll overlook the gay stuff, because they’ve grown up and are doing good patriotic gigs like His Royal Highness’ Coronation. Gary’s already Tory, and the other one and the other other one should be okay now Robbie’s gone and taken his cocaine and tattoos with him. Although seeing him perform the working man’s karaoke classic Angels at the hallowed Bet365 Stadium was the greatest night of your life.
Nowadays eco protestors would say throwing TVs out of hotel windows is wasteful consumerism, or you’ve got to drive an electric car into swimming pools. And with Roger Daltrey’s admirable Brexit crusade it’s surprising the woke police haven’t cancelled the Who because Keith Moon wasn’t transgender. The greatest band ever. Legends. Monsters of gammon.