POP is all about self-touching, working your arse to the floor, fellating the microphone using your primary sexual characteristics like a shiny-eyed evangelist riding a donkey to the Second Coming. And that’s just Rihanna. The rest of pop’s songbirds are busy humping phantom phalluses and licking their fingers. The men, well, they’ve still got the instruments. The guitar is a giant knob. The drums are knocking out an adolescent beat. The keyboard is, well, that’s your keyboard…
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