For those of you unfamiliar with U.K. music-label mogul Alan McGee, here’s a quick career recap: Creation Records, drugs, Oasis, drugs, Primal Scream, Jesus & Mary Chain, drugs, more drugs, the Vaselines, My Bloody Valentine, drugs, Teenage Fanclub, nervous breakdown from drugs, some wanker bands. Courtney Love.
And now he’s a blogger for the Guardian Unlimited, where today he puts the “F.U.” to Q:
Q magazine is out of date, a true retirement home for music writers that never made it. It’s the absolute lap dog of the major record companies – a music magazine for accountants and estate agents. Q is corporate. Gormless. Gutless. Always six months behind everything and full of lists, lists, lists. Well here’s how others see Q magazine: a Q top 20 I’m sure they would be proud of.
1. Chris Martin and Robbie Williams
2. Anybody in U2
3. Annie Lennox
4. Anybody in Radiohead – or failing that, Coldplay again
5. Anybody in Keane
And so on. Of course, McGee conveniently forgets to mention the constant Oasis coddling that Q has dished out for the last decade–possibly because he knows they’ll be ringing him in a few weeks for a cover package titled: “The 15th Anniversary of Liam’s First Derisive Sneer: An Oral History.”