Sanctus Damienus

Ahh those journo hacks always with the zitgist, or else they've been listening to me in UCD restaurant - cos, yes, there was a cool little article in the Evenin Herllllld t'other day. Goes something like this:

'After 13 years of being ignored, Dublin band the Frames are set to crack the UK. According to the London 'Independent', one of the music industry's most influential voices has said they are the next Radiohead.
So who are The Frames? Led by Glen Hansard, they are the embodiment of Dublin's 'matey' music scene revolving around Whelan's of Wexford Street. They are capable, reasonably popular...and unfortunately teeth-gridingly earnest.
But who was the voice likening them to the painfullt earnest Radiohead? None other than fellow earnest Whelan's graduate, the dreadfully earnest Damien Rice.
If we keep exporting our earnest young singers at this rate soon there will be nobody to whinhe down the mic in Whelan's'.

So there ya have it in print lads, a corroboration of my conversely earnest views upon the Damien Handsandwhich, Paddy 'I was a scumbag boxer' O'Rourke, and 'when, oh when will i be frameous...oh me', genre of songs from the other room - to be ranked alongisde 'Cold Keaneplay Patrol', 'Bowling for Avril McBusted 182 Day', and 'The Kaiser Ferdinand Party' for transgeneric intertextual cacophony (thanx johnathan-thesaraus).