We once had a brilliant weekly program called Top of The Pops that would be shown every Thursday night on the BBC. Apart from being tainted by inadvertently having the odd pedophile as a presenter, was a great cross section of all that was pop and gave a lot of up and coming artists there first proper taste of fame.
Now unfortunately, we have a plethora of bland reality pop shows, hosted by Arseholes that make hay out of the exploitation of pop wannabees for the gratification of a gladiatorial TV viewing public. Reducing Pop to the level of a glorified Victorian style freak show for the masses.
We once had a brilliant weekly program called Top of The Pops that would be shown every Thursday night on the BBC. Apart from being tainted by inadvertently having the odd pedophile as a presenter, was a great cross section of all that was pop and gave a lot of up and coming artists there first proper taste of fame.
Now unfortunately, we have a plethora of bland reality pop shows, hosted by Arseholes that make hay out of the exploitation of pop wannabees for the gratification of a gladiatorial TV viewing public. Reducing Pop to the level of a glorified Victorian style freak show for the masses.