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Peter Doherty strips “The Drugs Don’t Work” back until there is almost nowhere for the song to hide. Richard Ashcroft wrote one of The Verve’s most emotionally direct songs around grief and the helplessness of watching someone you love deteriorate, and Doherty’s fragile delivery gives those words a different...

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Henke_hoops1 个月前

Strips it right down to being fucking dreadful. That’s astonishingly bad.

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Mike1 个月前

Jesus, talk about murdering a song, is this guy tone deaf?

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Grumblestiltskin1 个月前

Strips it down to just the colon? Is there a point we admit this bloke can’t sing or play guitar?

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₿rowny1 个月前

If this was me I’d do everything in my power to have it removed from the internet. Fucking diabolical.

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Raoul Duke1 个月前

It’s not about grief and watching someone deteriorate. It’s about his own drug taking. He said it clear as day in an interview before it was released. It’s a whiny, self pitying, anti drugs song.

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Jimmy Win 5001 个月前

It’s like 4am at the after party and someone grabs a guitars, butchers a song but everyone’s too fucked to tell him to shut up…

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Ziggy Pop1 个月前

You do know there’s videos of Ashcroft singing it without “sweeping strings and carefully layered production “, yeah? Might wanna check them out, if not.

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Endatheworld1 个月前

Fcuk the haters, Pete is a beautiful human being. Great cover of a great song by a great man

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James Bishop1 个月前

The drugs would literally have to work to make anyone thing that was a decent cover.

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roseabouttown1 个月前

What a terrible day to have ears

Bigbert 的头像
Bigbert1 个月前

Fucking woeful 🤣

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Richard1 个月前

What a load of pretentious bollocks. He's just taken a song and destroyed it.

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wigmanruggers1 个月前

Fucking dreadful. Ashcroft knocked this out of the park when he supported oasis. Totally stripped back. Unbelievable

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Stephen1 个月前

Surely we've all reached that point where we can admit Pete Doherty is fucking appalling? Both vocally and guitar. Just abhorrent.

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Becky Tallentire1 个月前

This feels like a case of the ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’. It’s really, truly, utterly awful. Somebody should tell him not to do it again - ever! 🙉

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JD Kelleher1 个月前

Yeah but what happened, Pete?

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letfunbegin1 个月前

I love Pete and he's prone to doing a spontaneous cover, but this didn't land bless him. its too perfect a song to half arse.

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Barry McGowan Art1 个月前

Anyone that's been in a pub band knows this scenario - some young drunk cub want to get up for a song and against your better judgment, and the imploring/veiled threats from his mates & family, you concede and let him play. One song maximum, then off ye get son.

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MARTIN STONE1 个月前

Everything about this is shite And the crowd is full of cunts.

sAm 的头像
sAm1 个月前

Nowhere for the song to hide?

Daniel G 的头像
Daniel G1 个月前

The drugs definitely didn't work for this fella. Dogshit.

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PMA-XRP1 个月前

Is that your way of saying it was total shite . Because I agree. It was 💩💩💩

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JC!1 个月前

Awful .

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Steve Berry1 个月前

Utter shite the guys never been talented. I don't know what anybody sees them, he can't sing. He can just about play the guitar. He's just lived off the back of Amy's legacy, if there was a case for someone completely and totally famous for being useless, he's up there with Bez from the happy Mondays

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Dave Sutherland1 个月前

Absolutely dreadful cover and dreadful singer. Tbh

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Jim Royle1 个月前

Singing in a thousand different keys, none of them the right one.

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james1 个月前

Terrible rendering of a great song . Doherty is overrated at best a chancer at worst

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You Know.1 个月前

The demo version original on the CD single by Richard Ashcroft is far superior to this contrived nonsense.

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Eileen @crazycatlady1 个月前

Don’t ever mention Ashcroft’s name in the same sentence as Doherty’s One is a washed up clown the other is a musical genius

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george dors1 个月前

hes a murderer so he can fuck off and die on drugs-FUCK HIM

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T r u s t F i l m s1 个月前

God that was dreadful just like him

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Phillip Michael Hunt1 个月前

Jesus Christ, I used to do better in my bedroom when I was first learning to play the guitar

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Jamie The Irish Red YNWA 🇮🇪1 个月前

Shite

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James Landry1 个月前

Some covers are so bad they are good..(Biz Markie BATJ) This one is so bad that you want to batter the guy with the guitar

James 的头像
James1 个月前

Its shite

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