When I leave Westlife, I want to be the next Robbie Williams, or so wished a frustrated Bryan... whoops, Brian McFadden.
Bryan dropped the Y and concentrated on the I to become a facsimile of the cheeky ex Take That dancer. What came next? Perhaps grow a beard, and how about nicking Robbie's former writing partner, Guy Chambers to co-write a song or seven for the new album? McFadden's swipe at Dublin's Christian brothers is a bit shocking for drive-time radio but, of course, Robbie doesn't mind surprising us all... so that's good, isn't it? Either McFadden's work is deeply autobiographical and cathartic, or perhaps the boy is a fraud. Can he really be this damaged? He also lacks Williams's sharp wit and cocky self-confidence, and nothing holds a candle to Angels. Thus another fairytale ends.
Updated: 10:54 Thursday, December 02, 2004
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