Credit: well Dan doesn't look like a tit

Geeeeeet yeeerrr haaaaaaandddds off of maaah wooooamaaan muuuuutttther fuuuuuucccckkkkeeerrrrrr

Oh how we loved the Darkness, skipped in the fields of 2003 dreaming of a day when Brian May becomes King and Justin from the Darkness is a prince among men, and so funny, so then. The Darkness were loved by mum and son alike… United the nation in love of all things AC/DC & Queen. The peoples band! A genuine UK rock success. Rumour has it that Justin made NME beg on their hands and knees for an interview. He kicked and hollered his way up the ladder of stardom. 

Then they rocketed to Main Stage headliners at Reading Festival.. Wow… but listen carefully you could hear at the cracks in their armour.. Erm,
‘now we have a another new song’ before and ‘shall we play a good song now’ after… Oh the confidence is crumbling, listen to the audible groan from the audience during a particularly rubbish solo. Stories of the tyrant Manager/Girlfriend float about, how the band are scared of her, she is the one really wearing the spandex.

A new album arrives too late to the sound of a nationwide apathy. One way ticket … to hell and back…fucking not funny, was it meant to be? One way ticket to being dropped from their record label: Atlantic. Oh dear, watch as Justin descends into depression and alcoholism, the guy puts on his middle age spread, his infidelities and second album blues catching up on him. Put this guy in Priory quick 'North or south London sir'… Cancel his tourdates, someone call the dentist. Watch as they get kicked in the ribs and spat at on the way down. Bring on the backlash.

I think it just got cool to like The Darkness again.

Mary