CREAM of Has-Beens - Rihanna, Kanye and Macca get Boring

Didn't the concept of the "supergroup" go out of fashion after such miseries as Crosby Stills Nash & Young and Emerson Lake & Palmer and West, Bruce and Laing and the rest of these lawfirm-like names?

The idea SEEMED good, but the results were obvious: each guy did his own thing and brought it in for the entire group to play. You still only liked one (or maybe two) of the performers, only wanted to hear their songs and them singing, and you were happy when the group disbanded.

People with ADD are already calling Rihanna a has-been, because, gosh, she hasn't split any ears since 2012 when she made her last album. Kanye? He's known for fucking Kim Kardashian's giant ass and wearing awful clothes. Even Rolling Stone, the White Man's Apology, couldn't make much sense of "Weezus" or whatever this painfully annoying wart recorded. Macca? He's a perpetual has-been, always promising that THIS TIME, his new album will be really good. And it never is.

The BIG news is that the miserable single Rihanna, Kanye and Macca cooked up is available NOW, so you don't have to wait for it to turn up on Rihanna's next album. And since we're all over the Super Bowel, and on to the next shit, that's the GRAMMY AWARDS, and these three media whores are going to play their fabulous song on it. Ooooh!

The big deal is that it IS a song. It isn't a rap. Kanye sings his part. Oh, and wowee, Rihanna dresses and acts like a crack addict, and barely exposes her tits at ALL. She's wearing denim, instead of skanky ho' clothing. And when, pray tell, was the last time you saw a black girl in DENIM? She explains that DENIM never goes out of fashion (unlike every album she's made, every album Beyonce has made, every album...)

So a quick check of YouTube, and sure enough, this is where the superstars now have to go to get publicity. This is what took the place of MTV. They can't even trust their own websites. So they'd rather get a few pennies from Google and easy access. Which is ok for THEM, as they have ALL the money anyway, and it's just about their egomaniacal media whore needs to be the center of attention. But it's pathetic that every artist is supposed to look to YouTube pennies and Spotify pennies and then...sell DENIMS?

So what was the song? It was your usual Niggah Yodel. Soulful, now, is very different from soulful in the days of Aretha or even, fer Chrissake, Diana Ross or Freda Payne. Thanks to Shitney Houston, niggah gotta put twenty extra syllables into every word. So Rihanna takes what could've been a fairly banal but listenable number and turns it into a hand-gesticulating so-ohhh-ahhh-ohh-ohhh-ohhh seriou-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uuuuuuus piece of crap.

Something about how she's will to do time. Yeah, she's dressed for working on a fucking chain gang or something. In comes Kanye, who also sullenly sings about how he's prepared for the worst.

McCartney? The old white guy? He's got no business singing in this Weezus-Side-Story piece of shit about two niggahs and their miseries, so he shuts the fuck up. He just monotonously plays just about the most tepidly dull bass line ever recorded. It was a nice idea to strip down the music and remove the cliches of the vocoder and the "beats," but this ain't Lennon's first solo album with Ringo's (surprisingly strong) drums. It's just two star-crossed niggahs muttering about being willing to go to jail (or something) while the last Beatle guitarist plays like the last Beatle guitarist in a nursing home.

It really was too boring to want to hear again, and I didn't really give much of a damn of trying to find the lyrics and read what these two idiots were say-yaay-yaaaaay-yay-ying.

The Grammy idiots will scream and cheer over this garbage, and be as thrilled to be in the presence of their Gods as the Isis bunch when they machine-gun helpless whites in a store or office building.

And yes, February IS a shit month. After enduring endless fucking holidays, and endless freezing weather and snow, we have to endure the hype of rich, often talent-challenged assholes lathering themselves up for awards at the Golden Globes, Grammies, Oscars, etc. etc. etc.

It's followed, in America, by the hideous spectacle of "March Madness," where we're supposed to care about COLLEGE BASKETBALL, and a bunch of glandular show-offs in their underwear pushing and shoving each other and stuffing a ball in a hoop that should be raised at least another three feet. Ballet for retards is what it is, and it sucks worse than Rihanna, Kanye and Macca combined. What, it could've been worse? Yes, it could've been Roseanne Barr, Flava Flav and Ringo doing the "Star Spangled Anthem."