Good to see that good old-fashioned mudslinging still exists in the ether of rock ‘n’ roll, with the once difficult American tunesmith Ryan Adams this week venting his Twitter spleen on the dubious merits of fellow US rockers the Strokes, who themselves laid into Adams a couple of months back in a book, Meet Me in the Bathroom, focusing on indie rock in New York in the early noughties. At the centre of the stoush was the book’s contention that Adams, a friend of Strokes guitarist Albert Hammond Jr at the time, had been a bad influence on him, to the point that the band’s singer, Julian Casablancas, wanted to ban Adams from their orbit. Resorting to the lingo of the schoolyard, Adams laid into Casablancas regarding his weight and his side-project band, the Voidz. “I sold more T-shirts last night than people who actually made it through a single Voidz song,” tweeteth Master Adams. “What’s he gonna do? Sit on me?” Ouch, although it does seem a bit pathetic. If you’re going to insult someone, much better to go down the path of Mancunian lad Noel Gallagher, who throughout his Oasis career and beyond has seemed born to the task of putting the boot in, not least to “our kid” Liam, with an intoxicating brew of humour and venom. To illustrate the point, I’ve picked out a few choice examples from his litany of put-downs.
On English band Kaiser Chiefs: “The worst thing about them is that they’re not very good. They play dress-up and sit on top of an apex of meaninglessness. They don’t mean anything to anybody apart from their f..king ugly girlfriends.”
On the state of the pop charts: “Phil Collins has to be chased out of the charts. And Wet Wet Wet. It’s the only way to do it, man, to f..king get in there among them and stamp the f..kers out.”
On Liam: “He’s rude, arrogant, intimidating and lazy. He’s the angriest man you’ll ever meet. He’s like a man with a fork in a world of soup.”
Ryan Adams has vented his Twitter spleen