Another excellent choice.

Klaxons derivative rave revival shit is obviously far superior to Dizzee Racal's genuinely unique take on Grime and his all-encompassing influences from rap to metal and beyond, Fionn Regan's delicate folk, the jazz/classical soundscapes of Basquait Strings and the glorious electronica of Maps.

Yes, a band who have been together for not even 2 years and have driven idiotic  NME kids and all-round sheep-who-think-they-are-shepards across the land wild with their wank-stained, shoddily put together collection of mediocre 'Indie' hits are offically more deserving of industry recognition than anyone else.

There are obviously even more tasteless fuck-wits in the world than I had originally estimated. New estimates must be drawn up and collated and then the numbers given names and faces and then shot. Or at least cast off to some remote island where they can all compare skinny jeans and stupid faux-arabic scarfs while talking about how that one off of big brother is fit and how The Libertines were the single most important band ever.

Sort it out Mercury, please. It's a fucking joke.