Mark Ronson gets his pretty little knickers in a Glastonbury-sized twist.
Now I'm never one to disagree with anyone who calls NME journalists "morons" (in classic house style the offending article's description of Mark Ronson's work as “a bunch of nauseating oily sub-lounge covers” in the offending article isn't that wide of the mark, just 12 obsequious months too late) but maybe Marky really doesn't read the NME - how else would he have missed the fact that popularity in pop, for all but the very few, is fleeting and editorial integrity rare?
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