The Script - #3
Once upon a time, I thought nothing of Danny O'Donoghue. I had a small appreciation of the singles Talk You Down and, in particular, Breakeven because they were pretty little pop songs and the world's always got time for those despite what the internet will tell you. Then The Voice happened. Never has my blood escalated in temperature so quickly - the TV show that promised to be an alternative to the X Factor proved to be nothing of the sort, and in the meantime demonstrated a masterclass in how to be a total douchebag. Everything, from his leg-slides in the group performances, to the smug grins with which he fist-pumped during his act's shows, just totally unravelled any sort of quiet tolerance of the man I may have had, and now I'm going to express those 8 or so weeks of bile in a few paragraphs. Beginning as we do with wooooo-ooooh! s and attempts to bring gritty tales of addiction and abuse into otherwise cheery lyrics (see: Ed Sheeran), 'Good Ol...