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It seems that every year has a sort of musical theme. No matter what other categories, genres, or subgenres may be bursting forth in any given year, there is always one predominating force that sort of stirs the Zeitgeist's pot.

I have named the musical year of 2006-2007, The Year of the Crazy English Bitch.

Why?

First, there was Lady Sovereign, "the biggest midget in the game", "your royal highness", the "nasty" girl who, according to her, "needs a diet", "might burp in your face", and has "hairy armpits". Sure. Why not? The truth is, her rap may have some of the best flow the world has heard since Eminem. The problem? She's a girl, and an ENGLIGH girl, heaven forbid. Needless to say, lots of "hardcore" rap fans have had their issues with this. To them I say tough titty. She's fun... Crazy and nasty, yes, but fun. And talented. And I love her.

Enter Lily Allen. Oh my, now this bird... She's cute as a button, has maybe the bitchiest attitude of the bunch, and sings like a woebegone songbird. But just watch one of her interviews. Fuckin' nuts. And I love her.

Ah, and this could only bring us to the reigining princess of Crazy English Bitches, Amy Winehouse. Underweight, over-tattooed, an alleged coke addict, alcoholic, and just plain sloppy mess. How much of a mess? She has, reportedly, taken breaks in her live shows to go puke off stage. How crazy? During one interview, she broke a bottle and began cutting her boyfriend's name into her skinny tummy. Really? Apparently, yes. Who knew? The new Sid Vicious is a young woman from England who sings Neo Motown.
And I love her.

I will never tire of the weirdness of the music industry.

Long live the Crazy English Bitches!