Watching the rage top 50 can be a painful experience. You see the same old shit that’s been peddled for so long, with a new face and some new breasts. Pretty girl warbles, looks at camera, warbles some more, costume change, dance routine, warbling, rapper raps for a verse, more warbling, fade to black. Either that, or boy band finds old beat, sings vague words, teens enthralled, mute button pressed.
Can the record industry not sell anything else? Or don’t they know, because they never tried?