Oh, it would be so easy wouldn’t it? Yes. It would be so incredibly, irrefutably, painstakingly easy to take the mick out of the NME awards. Ha! The NME award?clientele! With their cliques, and their Match.com?courtesans, and their Tarantino box-sets, and their hemp, and their vaginal weights, and their history of rubbing thighs to the sound of Emma Watson’s name, and their colon tubes, and their fear of dying, and their moustaches and their Fairtrade Chocolate and their…
Yes, it would be so easy to take the mick out of the NME awards. So very, very easy. Oh, we’re so self riotous because we figured out that The Vaccines weren’t very good, and a couple of thin people with careers and Class B drugs didn’t.
Oh we’re so mercilessly coy in our fixed, irreverent ways – god, why don’t we just get on our high, sarcastic, horses (Yes! Of course like that one Rebecca Brooks has! Ha! Yes! We have our fingers in many many caustic pies!) and take the mick out of the incredibly easy targets that are the NME awards and not exceed ANYBODY’s expectations, shall we?

Face it, there are two categories of Muse fans. The first is the casual listener who knows the bands more famous songs – “Plug Me In Baby” and “Super Big Massive Black Hole.” Both are assisted with pretentious videos that makes them even more appealing to art students who deem a decaying lump of wood as something that represents humanity through natures harsh and ever changing elements as entertainment.


