Is X Factor Killing Music?

Yup! It’s that time of year again people – X Factor Season. It’s also Muskets at dawn gentlemen

Now - My point. Don’t worry, its coming, but before I start, I would like to explain the reason behind this Blog. It’s basically about X Factor and the purpose its serves. It’s not about a personal attack on one person’s beliefs against another’s. It’s about standing up for your opinion. It’s about appreciating and recognising all things that you deem to be tasteful. It’s about fighting your corner. I think you get the picture.

Anyway, everyone’s favourite game show – X Factor, was on the subject table on Saturday night of a few months back and I agreed with a good friend of mine that we would write up our thoughts and publish it this here Blog. In the red (good) corner was yours truly, standing up for all things right, tasteful and good in music. In the blue (bad) corner was the pantomime villain in the shape of my good mate Stephen. Anyway, things got a bit heated when we began talking about X Factor and, as is usually the case, opinions were formed.

So, without further ado, I give you the ‘for’ and the ‘against’. You can probably guess who I’m siding with...

I would like to start this ‘battle’ with a famous quote from the late great Bill Hicks. He used to start his stand up shows using the line ““I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out”. I loved that about Hicks (you don’t hear many Scousers saying that these days) as the man was a true original. He was a shining beacon of taste and everything that was good about modern society that ‘stands up to the man’. He hated conformists and everything that was bad and rotten to the core about money in show business, politics and everyday life. In other words – he thought, breathed and believed independently. You don’t see that much these days. What he would have thought of X Factor, if he were still alive, would have made dynamite reading and would have probably lead to the first ever arrest for a comedian!

Everyone who reads this Blog pretty much knows my utter distain for X Factor, people who like it and everything it stands for. You really could say I fucking hate it and that’s only the half of it! I won’t really bore you with the details as you’ve all read it before, but when someone comes along (a trusted alley and confidant of all things tasteful – you think) and starts defending the man in the white t-shirt and spray on kecks, I can do nothing but scratch my head in utter disbelief.

But! And it’s a big fucking but, when the person in question starts applauding Cowell and the likes of Walsh, Minogue and Cheryl (“ah love ye”) Cole because of the supposed money they make that trickles back into the music industry makes my heart truly ache!

Obviously, I have not got access to Cowell’s bank account as I’m not George Abdgwengo from Fonejacker and simply can’t bring up his entire ‘monies’ at the blink of an eye, but I do want you to answer me this: do you think Simon Cowell is willing to share his wealth with the rest of the music industry? My answer – no! The simple reason being this – he is a shameless capitalist who is more interested in buying a new yacht instead of ‘putting his money back into the record industry’. It is plain and simple bullshit of the highest order to think this ‘man’ is willing to invest/share his monies (George again) with the struggling band/A&R man/manager/promoter). In other words he is simply in it to boost his own personal finances and celebrity status. And by the way, this is simply my opinion and not fact based as; obviously, Cowell doesn’t publish his accounts for the public to feast their eyes on. He’s not that stupid and for that, on this one rare occasion, I’ll give him that one.

As regards the show itself, you only have to look at the upheaval in the ‘winners’ personal lives to realise it is nothing short of show-biz water torture. Some are to blame for being and acting so desperate, but others aren’t – the people who create the show along with its over-emotional roller coaster train crash outpourings of supposed sympathy that fills me with so much rage I have to go and have a shave with a dry razor! (I’ll come onto Cheryl Cole’s crocodile tears a bit later)

Now, I know she wasn’t on X Factor as she was on another very similar ‘sister’ programme called Britain’s Got Talent (still makes me laugh even when I say it to myself to be honest), but it might help to look at the rather unfortunate case of Susan Boyle as an example. Here was a woman (we think) with obvious slight learning difficulties and a rather dodgy appearance that, let’s be honest here, people laughed at. I know I did as well as many others reading this so please don’t say you never. So, what do Cowell and his merry gang of make-up artists do? That’s right - they make her look ‘acceptable’ to the public

Gone is the caterpillar that used to sit where her eye brows should have been and hey ho! A modern day all singing all dancing beautiful butterfly who is instantly dangled in front of the nations eyes and immediately yanks on everyone’s heart strings (not mine though it has to be said). As regards her new ‘look’, personally, I wouldn’t shag her now as my bird has a rather fetching set of eyebrows that I can play with any time I want. But is it really necessary to have such drastic changes to your physical appearance just because you have become some sort of star?

Now, I don’t want to bang on about Susan Boyle’s grid, but to be brutally honest with you here I’d find it pretty patronising, shocking and damn right disgusting if someone suggest I go for a makeover if I had aspirations of becoming famous. I know many of you would think it would be a change for the better for me, but that’s between me and my stylist and frankly none of your bleedin’ business.

Going back to the main protagonist here – Cowell. This man really is a piece of work. He has always reminded me of a far more sinister version of a cross between Michael Douglas’ character in Wall Street – Gordon Gecko and some sort of South American cocaine dealer from Miami Vice. In between having an entire house packed full of black t shirts and bathroom cabinets rammed full of teeth whitening kits, does anyone think the man does anything else to help out the music industry to keep its wheels turning? My opinion (not fact, Ste) is no.

May I also point out that it’s also a very interesting point here to note that Cowell’s other main supply of riches is a programme called Britain’s Got Talent. It’s also very interesting that Cowell chooses to class himself as “non domical” in order for himself to avoid paying tax in Britain. So much for that money trickling down into the music industry eh? He’ll be funding the Tory party the way he’s going.

So, I will finish with what we initially set out to do and try and come up with an answer to our question – is X Factor killing music? The simple answer is No! It is not killing music, the answer is this – it HAS KILLED music! My reason – well, I do have time. Whether you guys do is another question.

So let’s look at the world of music before X Factor. Of course, we had talent shows on telly, but I believed they have raised the bar so much that the shows of yester year have become barely recognisable to the point that they are simply irrelevant! As for the affect on music, it’s as disturbing a Susan Boyle eyebrows!

So, as always, I seemed to have wondered a bit and not got down to the nitty gritty of what this whole Blog idea was about: is X Factor killing music? Well, I think there’s no shadow of a doubt that it is killing music. To understand this we have to look at the basic building blocks on what music is built: vision, innovation and most important of all (IMO) originality.

The reasons these three ingredients are so important to music is because music has always found a way to progress, a way to advance and a way to surprise the ears of the music buying public. Some people who possess taste don’t want to buy the same old shit churned out by X Factor. And I know the majority of people don’t want to hear shit cover versions of great songs being butchered time and again (Leonard Cohen’s Halleluiah being an example), but I’m afraid these people are few and far between and are reduced to taking their music underground far away from the eyes and ears of the public. Nothing wrong with that,

As regards the ingredients I have just mentioned, X Factor simply has none of these at all. One of the reasons being that none of the contestants (and that’s what they are) sing (or attempt to sing) anything original. When (and of course – if) they ‘make it big’ they then go onto sing nothing original and finally, when they are singing cabaret in Butlin’s in the final throws of extreme alcohol addiction and contemplating suicide, they continue to sing nothing original. Two (or is it one entity) words – Jed wood! Personally I only have to look at them two fake laboratory experimental plastic horrible horrible horrible twats to make my blood boil to apocalyptic levels that makes my soul want to jump out of my body and go and live in an eternal hell-like fire cave for the rest of its sorry existence!

And while I’m on the subject of seriously tooth-tingling annoying cunts, I have three words to rattle your bones – “it Chico time” – the less said about that fucking spastic the better!

To add further fire to the flames on this subject, during last year’s series they even rolled out a bunch of washed up (in Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey’s cases(s) – fucked up) singers to sing their back catalogue as inspiration to the then contestants! They even asked them to be mentors during their ‘boot camp’ week away in Simon Cowell’s Barbados Villa. Now, can you really imagine taking words of advice from Robbie UFO Spotter Williams about ‘the path to fame’ that they walked? Er, no thanks mate that would be like taking advice from Alex Ferguson on how to accept defeat gracefully!

Aaaaaaaaaaand, breathe

Now, I know I’ve made this point before on the countless Blogs about X Factor and your probably sick of me going on about it, but I’m not one to shy away from my guns when my back is against the wall on this subject, but the part of X Factor that really grinds on my shells if the Instant Famers (as I like to refer to them as).

This is truly from the heart here but there are people all around the world who learn to play guitar, play the drums, god there’s even lunatics who learn how to play the bass! But it’s seen as admirable to many people and holds certain kudos in whatever walk of life you choose to take. It’s something you can hold your head up high about. Something your friends admire about you. Something to truly be proud of and say - “I did that. I learnt that myself, it might have taken years, but I learnt that”. But on the other hand Instant Famers, in my opinion are greedy media whores who would gladly trample over the smouldering ashes of their newly cremated grandmother to have their ‘fifteen minutes’ and it’s as simple as that! Fame, to them, is everything. And that’s not just the talentless mugs who take part in Cowell’s Capitalist Road show – it’s also the judges. Cheryl Cole – Britain’s new Queen of Hearts? Anyone? Ah never mind, “ah still luv ye”

So there you have it. That’s my side and you know what? I’ll stick to it until my dying day as there’s one thing I’ll always say:

Life’s too short for shit music

Then again, X Factor is here to stay. But you can do something about it. You know what you have to do

Your country needs you!

Mol