A gaggle of obnoxious, cockney twats who have set back women'
s movements globally by 20 years. This quintet drooled forth some of the most wretched noise to come out of the British Isles since Elton John'
s Disney ballads.
Each adopted monickers that were supposed to be relative to their vapid personalities. Scary
Spice (the most aptly-named of the five) was so known for the adjective most felt by those learning that such a lack of
talent would warrant a singing contract. The other four, equally insufferable, took names along of the lines of something like "Steroid
Spice" (the tomboy; yes, isn't that sexy?), "Ginger Spice" (who left for bigger and better things, like Penthouse), Twat Spice (wife of the adultering soccer
player) and Bacon Spice (the fat one).
Their "Oy! I'm a
girl, cor blimey! Respect me, right?!" East
End dreck is as unpalatable as their effete counterparts, N-Sync. Another stirring indictment of the industry they serve.