Rage Against the Machine's 'Killing in the Name' is officially this year's Christmas number one. I've stopped laughing and cheering long enough to write this. Yes, Rage are on a subsidiary of Sony, yes, Cowell and his troupe of garishly makeup-encrusted mannequins will no doubt benefit from the whole furore, but I can't say I care. What I care about is that a stack of cash has been made for the charity Shelter, the heads of countless brainwashed masses of X-factor addicts are exploding up and down the country, and I have an excuse to love a great song all over again. It's a fantastic wake up call for people bogged down with apathy that people can actually make a difference to the way things turn out, and that is something people would do well to apply to things other than pop music.
It's been a brilliant rallying cry to make ourselves heard and our opinions felt, and now hopefully people will be more into the idea of doing something to make a real difference. The money raised by this campaign is going to help a heck of a lot of people, and that's a perfect sentiment for a Christmas number one, no matter what it is.
The icing on the cake is that Rage Against the Machine reportedly outsold the preening, Disney-fuelled X-factor track by nigh on 50 thousand copies. Cowell was going on about the campaign ruining the boy's Christmas number one chances. How about the rest of the country that are SICK TO DEATH OF THE WHOLE DAMNED THING?
If a slew of people are going to be able to eat something and sleep somewhere, then quite frankly the X-factor fans and their demonic overlords can, to quote my online brethren, STFU. To everyone else that supported the campaign, bought mp3s and added to the money going to charity, then I'd like to say thanks for a great Christmas present, and a Christmas number 1 that is sure to be remembered for a long time to come.
Mind you, I can't imagine it will turn up on too many 'Christmas favourites' albums in years to come. Although, that would be marvellous. Right between the Mr Blobby song and the Spice Girls. So I will join in with a huge chunk of the rest of the country and sing along the glorious Christmas refrain: Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me. Merry Christmas!