In a world of bankruptcy, redundancy and overall worldwide recession, its comforting to know that the music industry is one that will never suffer the cutbacks and losses as severe as the normal man’s working world has had to endure. Yes there is just as much corporate greed, if not more in the world of music; but for every one of them there are a dozen artists creating powerful and innovative music designed to crush these money grabbing machines into oblivion. The music industry will never die. Enough said.
Now as wonderfully reassuring as it is that bands and artists will continue to make music for the jilted and frankly rather depressed citizens of this world perhaps a few cutbacks wouldn’t be so bad. Starting namely with this chap here, Chipmunk. The reason, is simple. His predictable, unimaginative, and rather sparse lyrics are an embarrassment to the very scene he professes to make music in.
If this is British Hip-Hop’s idea of “talent” they can have it back.
Seriously we have already had to endure Tinchy Stryder and N Dubz getting to the number one spot and Ironik nicking songs from the 70s that [lets be honest] weren’t that good in the first place, but now we have to endure Chipmunk’s incessant ramblings as well.
The worst thing about this song though, is that it will make it in the charts. People will go out and buy it. Or at least their mums will buy it for them. You see this is Hip-pop garbage, aimed at the inhabitants of Britain who aren’t even legal to have sex yet, let alone afford “diamond rings”. What’s more annoying though, is that whilst Mr Chipmunk will be living the high life; paid for with the pocket money from the 12 years all over Britain he brainwashed into buying his record, real British Hip-Hop/Rap artists such as Roots Manuva and Example will be go largely unnoticed by the British population.
So yes, Chipmunk will most definitely make the chart with “Diamond Rings“, whilst the rest of us can do nothing more than look on. Hopefully though one day, these adolescents will grow up and realise that Chipmunk doesn’t even deserve Haribo rings, never mind diamond rings, after this track.
So to the parents of Britain, don’t give your children pocket money or let them near HMV. Instead lock them in their room with 'Rocket To Russia' (preferences may vary) and tell them to listen to some real music. You might not get a parent of the year award, but your children will thank you in the long run probably.