Thursday, December 11, 2003
I know the NME has been crap for a fair long while now, but this week's issue reaches a new low. As it seems that no-one in The Libertines has a) gone to prison, b) gone to hospital or c) played a Secret Gig in someone's bedroom while they tried to watch The Simpsons, the NME has been struggling for material to fill their rag. So we have several pages of what looks like half-developed photo's someone's taken of The Strokes with a Kodak Fun Camera (minus the sticker that says 'this picture has not come out because you're a dullard that can't even work a disposable camera') and four pages on a list of albums that Kurt Cobain came up with in a minutes boredom around ten years ago. If the NME were to fold, would it really be a bad thing that there was no longer a national weekly music paper?
