Friday 13th - unlucky for us.
Tch - boybands. They're like cockroaches. You think they've been wiped out, banished for eternity, but somehow they survive to spread misery and disease wherever they go and whatever they do. Usually it involves dire solo projects (this usually involves said former boyband member holding a guitar, because he's now a MUSICIAN. Facial hair is optional - a scowl is guaranteed).
There's also reality TV, where one of these saps turned up on (the idiot magnet that is Celebrity Big Brother) and now, here he is with two more of his ex-Blazin' Squad gimps to form Friday Hill.
If you've never heard of Blazin' Squad (lucky you), they were a dire popgroup attempting to be a hip-hop gang. Don't think Wu-Tang Clan, think more The Little Rascals. There was about forty of the little gits, so amongst all the fake posturing and "ghetto" hand gestures there was at least forty brain-cells floating around.
Anyway, onto this tripe. The hip-hop thing got old, so now they're attempting a more straight forward pop music thing. Guess what? It still sucks. They're three bland, painfully average boys who only got a deal because they were popular once.
This single didn't do too badly but the second fell off the radar in the blink of an eye. Then the "highly anticipated" album got to, er, 67. Whoops. "Baby Goodbye?" Got it one, chaps.
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