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Being a Wednesday, I hereby vow to write a god damned post about whatever may be troubling me EVERY week.

This week I am troubled by literally everything and everyone. So lets start off with the obvious ones. Fightstar have decided to once upset me by bringing out a song ripping off Muse so unashamedly that im surprised Matt Bellamy’s solicitors haven’t sharpened their pencils and found out where Charlie from Busted (he will ALWAYS be Charlie from Busted) lives. I’ve had it in for this band ever since they decided to name check a well respected author for NO apparent reason for their first single other than to look more intelligent than a lobotomized coma victim after a bottle of vodka got “accidentally” mixed in with their drip. Is that too harsh? NO. From the very familiar piano tinkle to the now officially Muse patented “do de looo de looodley dooodley” synth parts overlooking the chorus this song represents the band wholly and completely; pointless. Listen to something else.

What also upsets me is the fact that people will actually stand by and defend music like this. Music with absolutely no point other than to cash in on the legions of dedicated kids who haven’t been in the scene long enough to really know better bless em.

This leads me swiftly onto the whole point of this post. Am I entirely wrong in wanting a black sun to cast an apocalyptic shadow over this country in order for us to start again from scratch? I got the bus into work yesterday and the usual sight of chav parents pushing their illegitimate children with cigarettes upset me slightly more than usual. Are we losing the fight? Have we even declared war yet? If so the rest of the world doesn’t know about it. Is it too much to ask for a world where people actually take a look in the mirror once in a while and think “what the hell am i doing with my life?” How about a world where intelligent thought and individuality are praised instead of looked down upon? I actually get looked down on when someone asks me for a cigarette and I respond with “No, I dont smoke.” Sorry buddy, I don’t entirely want to end up with emphysema, bad breath and a lung full of tar. But I guess it’s the same story everywhere……except Canada. I’m moving to Canada.

In danger of this becoming more than a rant and actually ending up as my eulogy I’m going to stop.

“NecroMag accepts no responsibility for black suns, progenies of the Apocalypse, Fightstar fan lynchings, necromania or any other side effects as a result of this post.”