Check this from The Guardian:

Ever felt you’re missing the point with some of our biggest cultural heroes? Admit it – everyone can name at least one hip, wildly praised band, album, film, TV show or author that they’ve never really rated. In this special issue, Guide writers get personal and demolish some of the greats they hate

Now, as a rule, I hate snarkiness unless I’m the one snarking, and this is just about the snarkiest bit of music crit I have ever read. Taken in pieces, there’s something here to offend anybody with ears. For instance, of James Brown they write: “So say it loud: he’s crap, and he’s proud.” On Pet Sounds: “The only enviable quality Wilson has is his deafness in one ear: he’ll never experience the full horror of this.” Neil Young “has even-handedly bored three generations equally thoroughly,” and Elvis “was also the first Rick Astley or Gareth Gates – a one-man boy-band singing other people’s songs, and being managed by a svengali.”

Nobody gets out alive – The Beatles, The Stones, Prince, Elvis Costello, U2, Bowie, The Clash, the list goes on. The thing is, The Guardian’s writers dive into the project with such unabashed, gleeful malice that, in context, it becomes a hysterical celebration of iconoclastic bitchiness. This, folks, is funny funny stuff….