It's Very Quiet Here Isn't It?

...And for that, we apologise. But it seems like one of the first times since ever that neither Girls Aloud nor Rachel Stevens have had top-pop songs to promote. And although I'm sitting with baited breath for the return of Nelly Furtado (like properly, on the radio and all that) and for Pink's ace new single 'Stupid Girls' to take over the world with that video that pokes fun at Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Condelleeza Rice and (for shame) Gwen, it seems the world of pop is on somewhat of a stand still....

And save raving about The Artic Monkeys, mourning the death of Smash Hits (which may I say (with my 'Pop' Boy credentials under threat here) I've never ever bought, not once) or moaning about the Brit Awards (it really is such a waste of breath - just boycott them) there's nothing much to talk that's even remotely exciting is there? Is there?

The charts themselves are just as tired, perfunctory and boring as this post [hmmm...]. That 'Biggie' tribute song (featuring everyone other than the man himself it would seem) that seems to have been on radio since just about before Biggie died is number one and the top ten consists of two re-releases (or one re-release and a re-issue - meh), an monotonous (but also sort-of ace) dance song sampling an age-old Michael Jackson and Paul Cartney song, two songs that should've really packed there bags and left home just after Christmas and a tired release from the ex-lead singer of the world's (apparently) biggest girl-band. It's not all grim though, there is Will Young, Chris Brown (who makes me feel quite old) and Arctic Monkeys providing a little burst of promise of just how great Lucky 6 could be.

The Arctic Monkeys are straddling the album charts like it's Grand National ace horse. They'd just better make sure that they don't fall off at the jumps. Afterall, the rest of the competition are, to be fair, knackered old race horses that really should call it a day as they've been around for a good while (Blunt*, Kaiser Chiefs, Hard-Fi, Editors, Kelly Clarkson). Jose Gonzalez has been around for a bit, I've had his album for yonks, but I'll let you losers off, this time. And don't get me started on lame donkey Richard Ashcroft (the soon to return Blunt Of The Week 'awards' await you Dick) whose insurgence must surely soon be beaten down by the civility of better things (which is, let's face it, anything).

And then there's Chico who is, quite simply, a fucking cock.

Cheer up though, it'll be March soon (Pop Boy and Indie Girl's birthdays are in March!!) and we'll crawl out of this cloudy February spell. Plus The Modern are about to take over the world ("if there's any justice in the world...") and Scissor Sisters make their comeback soon. Don't they? DON'T THEY!?!?