I swear if I hear this guy's whiny-ass voice one more time I'm gonna fucking lose it. This is coming from someone who really enjoys Radiohead (except for that prententious King of Limbs bullshit).
Listen, Grammys: If I wanted to I could fucking sit at a piano and play around three chords while mumbling like an asshole. I could do it. I could also look like a lesbian while doing it. Literally. But really Sam Smith what the fuck is your aesthetic. "Stereotypical lesbian who got punched in the face so she has a lisp and has three fingers to play piano with?"
It also fucking bugs me that his album title is so close to Sinatra's best, In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning. His is something like The Lonely Hours or something and even thought that's not really that close I still fucking hate Sam Smith.
He has what I call Mumford and Sons Syndrome, and it goes like this for the listener:
"Hey, this is different! It sounds cool! I'll check his record out!"
"Wow, track two sounds a lot similar. Maybe he'll change it up."
"Hmm. This all sounds the same."
"SAM. WHAT THE FUCK. I SPENT TEN DOLLARS ON THIS AND IT'S ALL ONE SONG."
"SAM ASLKELKAJDFLAKJDFLKAJFA."
So yeah fuck Sam Smith.
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