An oxymoron if ever there was one - a Popstars/Pop Idol band that people gave a flying fuck about come their second album. Especially Louis Walsh, as he could (and should, lets be honest) retire on the money they roll in for him.
Also seem to have been chosen for FHM centrefolds more than anything else: Cheryl has large breats (and a mean right hook, just ask that toilet attendant), Nicola has nice legs, Nicola is the obligitory ugly one...and I forgot which of the other two is which, but one has a nice ass, and the other is a good all rounder.
Watch one of their videos and notice that, rather than miming, Cheryl is stooping to show off her cleavage etc.
The latest in a long line of poseur rappers to fall off the burgeoning production line with generic gangsta cliches spilling from his mouth at every turn, who'd be nothing if he didn't have 50 Cent and Doctor Dre singing his praises (although the former decided to stop because he forgot to act all tough or something and complimented another rapper - fucking children that they are).
Doesn't get his name from watching WWE wrestling. Honest.
"I'm a white boy that wants to act tough, so I'll buy The Game's CD and only listen to How We Do on repeat play."
1.) Frontwoman of fifteen-minutes goth act Evanescence, currently trawling around near-obscurity.
2.) A porn star. No, it isn't the same one - CALM DOWN, GOTH!!!
1.) You do remember Bring Me To Life, don't you? It was only two years ago...
2.) "Ohh big boy, I want to choke on your cock..." (or something similar, anyway).
The musical equivalent of beige.
"What's this boring, non-offensive coffee bar crap on the radio? Oh, right, it's Dido."
A microcosm of American empire building in Baja California - the part of Mexico they forgot to steal way back when.
Apart from the main drag that lasts about 200 yards, filled with bars, strip clubs and pharmacies (children selling chewing gum on the streets optional), there is literally nothing there. Walk one block either side, and it's like stepping into the Third World, before returning to $1 bottles of Dos Equis in chintzy bars set up for American tourists, students, and people that can't afford a trip to Mexico City or Cancun.
Still, it's the shortest border check on the planet - they don't bother checking, as they know you aren't smuggling anything into the country. It's returning to the US that has the usual body cavity searches...
"Let's got to Tijuana, where it's twenty cents for a shot of tequila!"
Irritating sister of Daniel, and purveyor of identikit, disposable pop crap that you forget about five seconds after the song ends. Doesn't even have the saving grace of being worth a centrefold in FHM.
"These words are my own, from my heart,
I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Proof that even Chris Morris can write a pile of crap.
How did the genius behind The Day Today and Brass Eye come up with unwatchable catshite like Nathan Barley?