Jill of all trades, mistress of none - that's Peaches Geldof all over. But who cares if everything she tries her hand at fails as long as daddy is picking up the bill?

Having 'done' journalism (i.e. penning a column of trend-slurry for idiot-bible Nylon), she is returning to her "first love". No, not drugs - music.

Peaches, as we know, is a real 'mover and shaker' on the underground music scene, happily showing up to see some fool-haired band in 'ironic' clothes that someone convinced her are "like, really great, actually".

She did give it a go herself in the past by crashing the stage with her fuck-brained pals (and even "married" the drummer in a crap band), but now she's formed a real band. With someone called Jonny Makeup. Yes, that is the name he chooses to call himself. He is, oh here we go, the heir to American Apparel fortune. How cock-pissingly predictable of her.

They are called Kiss & Makeup (see what they did there?) and describe themselves as "post-riot girl pop". Which translates as "We put the keyboard on 'samba' setting and shout in-jokes over the top to amuse our remedial friends".

Kiss & Make Up? Piss & Fuck Off, more like.

by HorseWorm