Devil Of The Airwaves

Too long has this radio-wench soiled the airwaves with empty-headed, know-nothing, chart-derby tripe. The time has come to amputate Jo Whiley’s lasting limbs of musical association.

Prior to the internet, music television and all the other sub-sections of our new age media that publicise, promote and expose new music, the only viable life line that existed was the radio. After being bought to life in the early 1900’s this revolutionary form of broadcast media established itself as a powerful medium in British society - influencing, persuading and informing people from all corners of our humble island.

In a nutshell, music began to find its way onto the radio in the 1960s. Pirate stations, such as Radio Caroline, began to broadcast their shows from off the coast of the United Kingdom, and although illegal, they quickly gained a reputation as reputable sources for musical deliverance. The first recorded attempt of broadcasting from these stations was in 1964 and rumour has it that the opening song played was ‘Not Fade Away’ by The Rolling Stones, a great start I think we would agree.

But as with all groundbreaking commodities and mould-smashing musical innovations this was short lived. The Government saw potential in this medium and had to get its grubby little paws on part of the pie. Therefore in September 1967 Radio One was set up by the BBC as a direct reaction to the offshore pirate stations who, by that time, had been recently outlawed by an Act of Parliament.

The rest, as they say, is history. We all know the score. DJ’s of various statures, tastes and classes came and went, notably the late great John Peel who shaped a lot of music as we know it today. Clearly the BBC knew John needed to be left to his own devices, letting the new-wave innovator play whatever he desires, and with good reason. And although as predictable as ever, no one has challenged the pioneer and very few figures probably ever will, especially that hot-headed, self-assured, dimwit Miss Jo Whiley.

I recently read in an interview that this absent-minded so called DJ dislikes any music prior to 1980. What? Sorry Jo, you don’t like any music prior to 1980? Well sharpen your axe and get the stage ready, this pop-chump musical stigma is up for the chop.

When The Who played Hyde Park a few years back Miss Whiley was presenting it with some other smarmy, crap-grinned toss pot. A lucky gig some might think. I mean, The Fucking Who! When asked what she thought of their set, which may I add included ‘Baba O’Riley’, ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’ and ‘My Generation’, the ignorant bimbo felt it unfair, shall we say, to reply with a legitimate answer due to her…stance on music prior to the invasion of disgustingly rank, glammed-up, substance-less 80’s scene.

How on Gods green earth can someone have so much power in the broadcast media if she will not open her padlocked and curiously empty mind to music made in the 60s and 70s, which may I add was an era responsible for the greatest music our fucking country had ever seen. Led Zeppelin, Bad Company, The Clash, The Rolling Stones…I could really go on.

What is Radio One thinking? The obvious analogy is that these money hungry, fuck-wits don’t give two flying shits about music. Passionless suits with pound signs fluttering around their debauched heads are bad enough in our Government, but to discover that similar heartless, moronic, cretins reside in our beloved music industry really takes the biscuit. I actually makes me quite sick.

And Whiley’s lack of acceptance and musical knowledge is not the only problem. That numskull also has the audacity to praise the likes of Mika, Pixie Lott and Daniel Meriwether as pioneering and novel acts who are assisting our nation on its search for our illicit musical dream. Give me a break you self-righteous dunce. She’s as bad as those talent less, chart-hungry, soulless puppets. As they stain our airwaves with their reproduced and undernourished twaddle, as does she with her high-and-mighty jibber jabber.

The likes of Steve LaMacq have given it a worthy shot. He’s a great DJ with a varied show that clearly demonstrates awareness and diversity, breaking through a number of new acts and establishing the legacy of old ones. Even Zane Lowe gets my thumbs up. Although the New Zealand born DJ seems to like absolutely everything ever, his enthusiasm outweighs his gullibility and he knows his music very well.

Why oh why are we not filling up Whiley’s slot with characters like the ones above? Well, although listeners have a big part to do with it and not everyone likes a guitar, at least find someone with a little more fervour. This deluded individual is a walking corruption, destroying past legacy’s as she chitter-chatters on about extraneous drivel that reeks of egotistical self-assurance, not to mention she thought the Darkness were the next best thing….that needs to insult because she’s done my job for me there.

Take your Heat magazine Miss Whiley, take your latest Mark Ronson demo and your newest boredom inducing Amy Winehouse interview and please vacate to Heart FM where your can roll around in all of your sanctimonious, smug, superiority.