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Uncleskinny
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It's a top 50, but here are the top 10:
1:Carl Barat/Pete Doherty
2: Mike Skinner
3: Eminem
4: Johnny Borrel (Razorlight)
5: Nick McCarthy (Franz Ferdiand)
6: Morrissey
7: Kele Okereke (Bloc Party)
8: Brandon Flowers (The Killers)
9: Martin Tomlinson (Selfish C**t)
10: Ana Matronic (Scissor Sisters)
The blurb accompanying the Morrissey entry is as follows:
HEAVEN KNOWS HE'S COOL AS f*** NOW
Career reborn by dint of his best record in a decade, feted by the Libs, Franz, and, um, Nancy Sinatra, Mozzer's critical turnaround in 2004 - from grumpy LA recluse to Lazarus-style godhead of indie cool - was akin to Goldie Lookin' Chain winning the Nobel Prize For Literature. Opening at Reading with 'How Soon Is Now?', changing his shirt umpteen times per gig, putting out 'I Have Forgiven Jesus' as a Christmas single, booing bouncers who manhandle stage-invaders, refusing to play within sniffing distance of a sausage - suddenly a whole new generation are practising their withering wit in front of a mirror and limiting their circle of friends to seven. The more we ignored him, the cooler he got.
1:Carl Barat/Pete Doherty
2: Mike Skinner
3: Eminem
4: Johnny Borrel (Razorlight)
5: Nick McCarthy (Franz Ferdiand)
6: Morrissey
7: Kele Okereke (Bloc Party)
8: Brandon Flowers (The Killers)
9: Martin Tomlinson (Selfish C**t)
10: Ana Matronic (Scissor Sisters)
The blurb accompanying the Morrissey entry is as follows:
HEAVEN KNOWS HE'S COOL AS f*** NOW
Career reborn by dint of his best record in a decade, feted by the Libs, Franz, and, um, Nancy Sinatra, Mozzer's critical turnaround in 2004 - from grumpy LA recluse to Lazarus-style godhead of indie cool - was akin to Goldie Lookin' Chain winning the Nobel Prize For Literature. Opening at Reading with 'How Soon Is Now?', changing his shirt umpteen times per gig, putting out 'I Have Forgiven Jesus' as a Christmas single, booing bouncers who manhandle stage-invaders, refusing to play within sniffing distance of a sausage - suddenly a whole new generation are practising their withering wit in front of a mirror and limiting their circle of friends to seven. The more we ignored him, the cooler he got.