The British music industry is coming out in full force to celebrate the best artists, songs and albums of the year at this year’s BRIT Awards.
Join Records Editor Xavier Voigt-Hill from 7.30pm, as he live-blogs the event, commenting on the winners, losers and performances.
Got a little bit sidetracked because ‘Love My Life’ is so exceptionally bland unless there’s hand sanitiser involved – and we’ve already heard it in dozens of ad breaks – but that marks the end of the fun! Grime’s big year wasn’t really that, with David Bowie winning two to join Rag’n’Bone Man in the brace-winning club and Skepta’s “pussy” getting muted before Stormzy joined a ginger bloke with an acoustic guitar. Now, I must roll into the night to polish off the rosé whilst trying to understand how Coldplay came to actually release a thing with The Chainsmokers, and bid you a fond farewell!
(If you liked this, join us in the Stag’s on Oscars night this weekend. I know nothing about films so it should be FAB.)
After Duncan Jones walks away after declaring Blackstar as “for the kooks,” we get a Robbie Williams medley.
(Blackstar was also our own album of the year winner, so I guess this means that Edge writers are basically psychic.)
David Bowie gets his fifth BRIT! His first outside the Best British Male category, somehow.
(My money’s on Skepta, for what it’s worth. I’m also a woeful 2/9 so far.)
