It’s 1978 and Paul Young is the Toast of the town; that is, he’s a square and his music is crumby. “Toast” is an unholy slice of inarticulate spoken nonsense, put to a sub-Stray Cats accompaniment. It describes the young Mr […]

SUNSCREEM – Love You More
‘You can make the sun turn purple, you can make the sea turn turtle
But you know you can never make me love you more.’
Don’t look for a rose in a cess-pit is an adage I’ve followed much of my li[…]

A repeat turn on I Hate Music for this plagerised pile of pap, and just a minor one really since both Jam and Start are breakfast foodstuffs. Jam obviously, crushing fruits with lots of sugar to create a bastardised lumpy non-alcoholic version of cas[…]