The Cranberries' first album was a pleasant bit of fluff to which you could slip into sleep, providing you didn't listen to the lyrics too closely. Then Dolores O'Riordan decided that she was a world figure to whom we should all listen, and all their subsequent music was toe-curlingly embarrassing. Why do Irish musicians always get this Messiah complex? Geldof, Bono, O'Connor, the list's endless…
Anyway, Everett True is
rather annoyed that The Cranberries are back. Go there. Kneel before him.
1 comment:
Dolores was 4 years ahead of me at school. Hearing her "singing" at school masses has ensured I won't ever be buying one of her albums, even to burn.
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