Worst album of the year was the new Television Personalities album (I think it was called "Are we nearly there yet?")
I mean, I know the guy is broken in the mind and all, but there was no reason for something so awesomely poor.
Billy CHildish's last one was appalling as well.
It was so bad that it actually made me hate the three chords he perpetually uses in every single song. So much so that if I hear any of those three chords, I am physically sick.
Worst gig for me was Meat Loaf at the Odyssey Areana in Belfast. I was there to review it, and the magazine wouldn't publish it as I was so harsh.
I left halfway through, and there was a guy arguing with the bouncers, shouting: "I want a full refund. I paid £40 to see Meat Loaf, and that's not him. That's just some rubbish old fella who can't hit a note."
Prompting the title of my review: "He'd do anything for love but he can't hit a note."
I thought it was quite clever, actually...
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