les Flames! on t'stereo:
Mommy & Daddy - What Is The Function?
The Futureheads - First Day
Youth Movie Soundtrack Strategy - The If Works
Ex-Models - The Idea Of Peter North
Relaxed Muscle - Sexualised
Kenosha / The Black Helicopters / The Tennessee Traincrash demos
This is Wrath's Room 101. Basically, a list of everything that annoys
the living shit out of members of Wrath. Why not send us an email and
let us know what gets your goat?
when you eventually get almost to the front of the queue at the cash-only
checkout, and the student in front of you goes "I like SO need to
pay with my, like, card?" Bastard! Also, have you ever worked in
a shop and had to deal with a middleclass woman from Harrogate? Enough
said. And why do people who like fox hunting talk such shite about "oh,
it protects the dogs from wild chickens and makes the grass more lush
and the sky turn blue" Bollocks. Admit it, you like chasing stuff
then killing it. Admit it, go on, I dare you. And while we're at it, PERSONALISED
NUMBERPLATES- they all say the same thing to me, pal- W4 NKA. Base ball
hats on British people? NO!
Stilleto heels and rouched combat pants? You look like you've filled your
nappy. TV presenters who say "dumbing down" "sexed-up"
or "anything-gate"- stop talking rubbish you've been spoon fed
by some tosser in PR. And journalists who write columns called "Frightfully
witty Journey up my own Arse" in the Sunday newspapers. I hate you.
Music Journalists- why do they always write "Fook" when quoting
bands from the North but never write "Fack" when quoting bands
from London? Is it perchance because they are a shower of "coonts"?
Weather forecast on the telly every 15 minutes when I'm dealing
with a hangover? I suggest we all look out of the chuffing window and
we can dispense with these bleating, gesticulating, careerist sub-celeb
wannabes, pronto. People eating at the next table in a restaurant, coughing,
whilst I'm trying to enjoy a fine cigar? Shut up! Button-down collars
unbuttoned? Aaarrrgghhh! Fromage frais in scrambled eggs? You Delia-faced
Thatcherites! Deploy in line against French cavalry? Are you mad, sir?
Form square sir, form square! No, no, the valley on the right, you're
going straight into the guns by god...
Fiddles and any of that Irish jiggery pokery twatery
Jumpers over shoulders and deck shoes.
Taking the kids to school in a 4x4 or some other monstrosity that can't
fit into one space at Asda car park.
Manchester, in particular the red scum The lack of UFOs in our skies these
days. Stargate and that interminable hour after getting home from work
before the Simpsons is on Sky.
I too would
like to banish personalised number plates into the gates of eternal hellfire.
You might as well be driving around with a big sign saying ‘look
at me, I am a complete and utter pranny with nothing more constructive
to do with my money than try and vaguely spell my name with numbers and
upside down words’. I mean, since when has the number 4 looked anything
like a letter H? (except on an upside-down calculator).
Also into hades will be juveniles who spit in public. Apparently Julian
Clary put this into Room 101 when he was on telly and I couldn’t
agree more with him. There is nothing more vile and stupid looking than
some burberry-capped thug sauntering down the road flobbing in your general
direction. If you are going to hoik a grolley, do it in private!
I'm also going to put the sandwich I've just had into Room 101. It was
'Chicken and Mango' which sounded like it was going to be quite exotic
- but it turned out to be a really gloopy mayonnaisey mess. And the baguette
was really soft and not crusty in any way. Why do sandwich companies lie
to us? Why?
I hate robbery & vandalism mainly due to the utter lack of consideration
the people responsible. However, for me Insurance Companies are a much
lower form of life by far. They really get my goat - in fact, If I did
a goat I'd probably have to pay an insurance company a 'premium' to ensure
that nobody did 'get' it. Even if my goat was 'got', the insurance company
would try their utmost to wriggle out of paying out for a new/repaired
goat. If I did report that somebody had 'got my goat', they would probably
put my premium up just for reporting it, then if they did arrange for
claim to be made, not only would the premium go up again but the courtesy
goat I would get would only have 3 legs. Can you feel my pain?
Most of us were born with a fully-functioning brain. However, these people
have only the vestigial remains. Any trace of intelligence in these people
has been bashed out of them over a remarkably short time - the increasing
quest for celebrity above anything else will eventually cause a
de-evolution of the Human species I'm sure! The worst of these cretins
inhabit the endless voids of daytime and children's TV, though they also
clog the airwaves of Radio stations of all kinds for the majority of the
programming schedule. There they are, smiling, giggling, using fashionable
'street talk', stating the obvious, hurling out opinions with absolutely
factual basis or logic - all just so they can be famous! The reason TV
executives choose these numbskulls for the job is the same reason small
supermarkets only stock Corn Flakes and Weetabix - in order to appeal
the masses, choose the least-offensive, least-challenging, least-original,
lowest common denominator.
Implementers of supreme annoyance from above. These little gits seem to
have one purpose - to buzz around my ears, land on my clothes and generally
freak me out. Don't get me wrong - I actually think these miniature
insectoid bezerkers are incredibly beautiful in shape, design and colour.
Despite this, I could quite happily go my entire life without coming into
contact with another one of the bastards. They are also adept destroyers
'cool' - they have this strange ability to make you dance around waving
arms about you like some kind of pathetic idiot during the most dignified
Quite simply, it is the putrid excrement from the bum-gut of Satan.
I suppose this should really be at the top, as these fuckers exist in
walk of life. There are ignorant twats all around us - driving 1 foot
behind my car with lights a-flashing, leaving shopping trolleys completely
blocking the aisles of Supermarkets, you know the sort. Basically anyone
with no consideration for others around them.
me a demo"
When referring to music, I utterly hate the term 'demo' - it devalues
serious artistic value and lifelong effort. I don't know about you, but
would burn my bollocks on the gates of hell to get my art right. We bust
gut to not only make the best music we can, but also to put it together
a the most attractive packaging and then spend endless years and all of
money rehearsing, gigging, setting up and running our own label,
schmoozing, hassling, etc - real blood, sweat & tears stuff, just
record industry nonce to say "....er yeah, send me a demo".
Well Sonny Jim,
we don't make 'Demo's I'm afraid so NO, you can't have one.