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.
