Ray T G Philp

Hello. I'm Ray. I like to write about musics and filmsies. I write and edit for The Skinny magazine, the largest entertainment publication in the UK. I also write about music, theatre and comedy for the Edinburgh Evening News. Until recently, I was music editor at The Journal, Scotland's largest independent student newspaper. At the moment, I'm studying for an MA in Journalism at Edinburgh Napier. Direct your preguntas to ray@theskinny.co.uk or rtg.philp@gmail.com, and ta for reading.

Monday, 17 November 2008

Justice: A Cross The Universe, Preview

Well I never. Those lunatic French and their skewed moral compass pollute our British shores with another slice of electro filth, 'A Cross The Universe'. Not content with drowning the airwaves for the last 24 months with their blasphemous paraphernalia about 'Waters of Nazareth' and 'Genesis', now they would dare to put needles in our eyes and indoctrinate our children into unspeakable perversion with a dirty documentary about their travels in another land of vulgarity and crassness, the United States of America.

And it gets worse. They have also included a live CD recorded at a concert of theirs in San Francisco with extensive reworks of songs, if you can call them that, like 'DVNO' and 'Phantom Part I'. Its imminent release date on the 24th November is a pressing concern for myself and other right-minded folk, and we must act quickly. We must campaign immediately for blanket censorship of these cheeky so and so's Justice, So-Me, and Romain Garvas who are all guilty of directing this sordid footage. The disgusting preview video includes a crack-addled vagabond extolling the virtues of Justice via another hateful form of music, hip-hop. It seems that hobos nowadays are not happy with just sitting there and begging glumly, but now they 'rap' too. Well vagrant, let me tell you that you're not getting any of my Pret-A-Manger change acting like that! A horrifying level of nudity is also present in the preview, as evidenced by the image below that I have censored with strategically placed cans so as to protect the chastity of the young maiden. And just look at the ruffian copping a cheeky swatch at her Pepsi's, the little scoundrel.

With all of this 'French Touch' propaganda increasingly ever-present among teenagers, British youth really is going to hell in a handcart. For anyone of a more pious disposition, I urge you to repent and ignore this awful European riff-raff. Now, whilst I'd love to leave these awful men some clever non-sequitir, you'll have to excuse me because I havn't beaten my children in a while and there's a terrorist delivering my Daily Mail that is causing me some concern.

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