Friday, February 1, 2013

Hot Right Now: The Des'ree Parody Twitter Account

Growing up in the 90s, artists with little talent, gumption or any form of spark were able to incubate 'careers' sounding a little like the sound of a small animal being wedged underneath a tyre... But without the same emotional effect on the listener.



Epic flop artist Des'ree is definitely one of these. But we have to say that the best thing about this artist is that her legacy has given birth to one of the most entertaining Twitter accounts we have ever seen.

Characteristic to the all but forgotten artists breakthrough 'hit', tweets are punchy and roll off the tongue like a nursery rhyme, sans the charm.

What about this fucking snow? Chilly winds begin to blow. Public transport starts to slow. Shat it down in Wales you know.

Off to Tesco to buy horse. Not really, just brown sauce. Then I’ll watch Inspector Morse. And have sexual intercourse.

Characteristic to the all but forgotten artists breakthrough 'hit', tweets are punchy and roll off the tongue like a nursery rhyme, sans the charm.


Her followers enjoy using the same literary 'haiku' like structure in expressing their distaste for the artist, but with a macabre appreciation for her articulation.

 Des'ree all your songs were shite You need to get a f**king life Twitter parody accounts are rife Causing me a lot of strife


The sheer depth of brilliance on this account can also be seen when in fact the author tracks the followers, and heckles contextually at their departure. The depth of this tragic account is nothing short of brilliant.

. Unfollow then you twat. Doo do do do

Treat yourself to the regular updates and chuckle away at a now infamous artist who's singular hit will resonate amongst the nostalgia of the 90s, which if you remember, had as much rubbish as there was talent.

Do do do, do yourself a favour check this out. You'll leave in tears.


Hot right now: Des'ree and her legacy, through the eyes of a closet hater (fan).

Life, Oh Life...

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