Say what you will but I love the Libertines. Great ol’ Brit-pop. Good chords, fun music. Now, I hate all the tabloid garbage and Know that Pete Doherty is NOT A GENIUS. Not even close. But dude can write a solid pop song (and a bad one—see: half of all Babyshambles output.)

Carl Barat is the same way. Writes ferocious pop songs. He’s more consistent than the unjustly more famous Pete, but by and large his music is more solid, if not a bit too much so… perhaps stale or predictable? Where Carl figures everything out to minutia, every once and a while Pete stumbles into something pretty, which could be seen as more arty…? But shit, Carl was the genesis behind a number of the Libertines bigger hits… it must suck to know that you’re not as successful as you could’ve been had you been a piece of shit crack head… but then again, there must be comfort in not being a piece of shit crack head.

I’ll probably catch hell for this (but hey, at least it’s not wiener dog crap like some of my colleagues like… (ok, why bring this on?)), but yeah, I like em. I like em, but I do NOT like this:

Doherty and Barat are writing a musical

Sounds as bad as a junkie shitting himself. Then falling asleep in it. For days. On the street. Until it’s all caked in… ugh…

Let’s hope it never comes to pass. As if we need to hear them re-write the self-titled album again… Goddamnit.

Get over it and take your respective bands and play some shows on the goddamn west coast. Your pop artist, not musical visionaries. And even if you were, writing musicals is fucking lame. Tommy sucked. Get over it.

Leave that shit to Jesus Christ Superstar.