Remember how your local church or hostel arranges a Christmas concert and it's entirely written, arranged and played by the mentally handicapped? And remember how, because it's the season to be jolly and you've just spent 25 quid on a mug of mouth-blisteringly hot mulled wine and a colon-ravaging sausage at the inevitable festive German market, you're now feeling so smug and super-charitable that you buy yourself and your loved ones a ticket. Now remember that feeling you get when you're sitting at said concert (about halfway through the first number) and you're thinking "This is Rubbish!" and all you want to do is launch into an expletive-laden tirade about how virtue and piss-poor quality are not the same thing and will never be. But you don't: you applaud politely afterwards because everyone would think you were some kind of revolting monster if you didn't?
That, my friends, is the same feeling I get listening to Scouting For Girls. I'm troubled by this confusion over poor quality as virtue that a lot of people seem to have about pop music. The P-word, so casually and consistently misused, is often tossed about to hide a multitude of music sins but this, like the Feeling and the Hoosiers and their Radio 2-friendly ilk, is just unforgivable. SFG are not even good enough to justify being called pop music - that actually requires ideas, talent, cunning and a ridiculous haircut to say the least - these guys are just in-one-ear-and-out-the-other rubbish. Bland and offensively so. Good pop is never bland, that's why it's POP, see? Bad music isn't pop music and vice versa, so please don't use it to guiltily justify your appalling MOR tastes.