The Kooks. Jaunty sparkling indie pop or Satan's little helpers? Everyone is entitled to their opinion that is true, but why oh why do they make me so incredibly riled?

The following symtoms occur in the event of a Kooks Video being played...

Sweating, anxiety, loss of breath.
Intense negative emotions that measure 9.0 or over on the hatred Richter scale.
Delusional thoughts. For example, seeing The Kooks being stabbed all over with their own logo pin badges, then given the Superman II treatment and sent out into the black void naked via a triangle thing with only one leather jacket and ill-fitting suit.
Feelings of helplessness - akin to the feelings an Orangutan being trapped in the Big Brother House.
The jitters.

Be gone! BE GONE! Why must this nation embrace the inevitable jingly jangly mess? Or that retarded cockney, "I've overdosed on old codger bands" driven vocals? The "Ooh Ohhh" bit in their last musical testament to pure evil goes through me like a bullet. They won't be the last bunch of pratty wats to jingle their guitars to close to their ribcage and croon in a white room, but damn it, they have raped my consciousness for three and a half minutes too many. Some believers may ask, "Well, YOU don't play any instruments so could you do better?" I say yes, indeed I could with a few tin cans and a washboard to hand, but I would live in constant fear that I accidently came up with the same sort of rotteness and overly coiffed teens wanted my picture taken with them for the NME.

I'd much rather sit here and mump and moan.

Too many Kooks spoil my day.