McBastard.


I saw an advert for McBusted’s tour today which described them as “The Ultimate Supergroup”. Who am I to argue? The combined forces of George Harrison, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne could never compete with a cut-and-shut two-boyband line-up like that.

The Traveling Wilburys may have had one of the most influential songwriters and cultural forces of the late 20th Century in their ranks, plus one of rock’s finest voices and an ex-Beatle – but pit them against the guy with the glasses, the guy with the hair, the guy with the hair, the guy with the hair, the guy with the hair and the guy from Strictly and there’s no competition: McBusted win by a cuntry mile. 

(Misspelling intentional.)

Think of the setlist. They could open with ‘All About You’ (obviously), stick ‘All About You’ in halfway through to lift the mid-show lull, then close with ‘All About You’. I’m not sure what Busted would bring to the table as I can’t remember anything they did.

The coming together of these two massive musical forces will send shockwaves through the rest of the industry. It will open the floodgates to countless other music-amalgams: East Westlife 17, Bad Boyz Inc. II Men, Chumbananaramawamba; the list is endless.

Forget Cream. Forget Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Remember McBusted. The future of pop rests safely in their twelve hands.

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