Graeme Thomson

The awfulness of the Red Hot Chili Peppers has always felt weirdly personal

The music is constructed from all the least likeable, least groovy bits of rock, funk, psychedelia and hip hop, with an added patina of plain stupidity

There are several examples of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' love for doggedly unmelodic, squelchy faux-funk on their new album Unlimited Love
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