Well the Brits were rubbish, weren’t they?
If it wasn’t the lame Mumford & Sons (who Jake Bugg aptly labelled “farmers with banjos”) playing their annoyingly pretentious folk-rock, it was the ever-present Emeli Sande equipped with her arsenal of monotonous songs.
Safe to say, the whole ceremony was a boring, predictable affair. This is most upsetting when you consider this year’s potential.
For the first time in ages, proper music had been rewarded with nominations, with bands like The Black Keys, Alt-J and The Vaccines finally getting the mainstream recognition they deserve.
Proper bands, with proper instruments and proper songs (and a few dodgy haircuts) – I was getting excited.
Safe to say, the whole ceremony was a boring, predictable affair. This is most upsetting when you consider this year’s potential.
For the first time in ages, proper music had been rewarded with nominations, with bands like The Black Keys, Alt-J and The Vaccines finally getting the mainstream recognition they deserve.
Proper bands, with proper instruments and proper songs (and a few dodgy haircuts) – I was getting excited.
But nothing says anti-climax like the chino-donning One Direction successfully murdering two classics while half the nation’s teenage girls confess their eternal love for Harry Styles.
Admittedly there were a couple of cool moments, including Muse’s theatrical opening performance and The Black Keys winning the gong for Best International Group, but the ceremony seemingly epitomised the death of British rock ‘n’ roll.
Admittedly there were a couple of cool moments, including Muse’s theatrical opening performance and The Black Keys winning the gong for Best International Group, but the ceremony seemingly epitomised the death of British rock ‘n’ roll.
Gone are the days when bands like Oasis and Blur would dominate the awards, and scandalous acts from cult icons like Jarvis Cocker would make the event go down in history.
Don’t get me wrong – British rock music still thrives, but its no longer adored like it used to be.
This time next year there might be a saviour of guitar music to save the Brits, or Mumford & Sons might man up and play some real music. Who knows?
Don’t get me wrong – British rock music still thrives, but its no longer adored like it used to be.
This time next year there might be a saviour of guitar music to save the Brits, or Mumford & Sons might man up and play some real music. Who knows?
