Who IS this annoying PUSSY named SAM SMITH?

Jesus Christ, this is the WIMP of the year. What the fuck is going on with his high-pitched pretentious mewling?

"Stay With Me" is an extremely annoying song, made worse by the God-awful fake-Gospel choir in the background. What, this pasty-faced faux-working class twit has...soul?

The fucking video for this piece of shit has a guy who, for two seconds, looks like maybe he's some young Morrissey deal...corny but amusing, with something to say. He's got the working class shaved-sides hairstyle, but...look out...that toffee meringue pie wedge up top. Very faggy.

I know a guy who was raving about this asshole all over Facebook. Wow, what a debut. You gotta hear this! You gotta...

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING.

This fucking Sam Smith is just about at the level of a Britain's Got Talent contestant...the kind that, with the sentimental applause dying down, Simon would straight-face, "You could be a very big star" without really meaning it.

Great Britain seems to have no problem coming up with dozens and dozens of these Sam Smith guys...ones who vaguely recall choir boys grown up; ones who tremulously concentrate on singing in such pure, PURE high-pitched voices (think Orbison without any testosterone). We're supposed to be impressed because they're old-fashioned and not rapping.

And what's the message of "Stay With Me?" It's not near the more famous song by that name. It's just a fluttery, somber, sullen dirge sung with a solemn, half-nauseous look by your favorite working class wonk.

The summer has begun with a detestable start, as far as the music world is concerned. The "big" releases have been Lana Del Rey and THIS asshole. Lana Del Rey wishes she was dead, and Sam Smith is a ghost-faced zombie.