Chester French: Korova, Liverpool


Fuck Chester French. No, really. Mike Doherty is less than impressed.

Sweet Jesus this band is fucking dreadful.
If they’re not wearing t-shirts with the ironic slogan ‘Fuck Chester French‘ in huge silver type, then they’re singing about poking their penises into the cheeks of their groupies.
It took a sham marriage to a Geldof for this band to gain a name for themselves, but the column inches fail to even half-fill this 200 capacity venue.
This is music for halfwits who enjoy crass and unimaginative lyrics sung by a Shermanator lookalike whose main goal in life is to appear on MTV Cribs. Cretin.

Chester French live from Solange Knowles birthday party.
Hear here.




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