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

Already a subscriber? Log in

This article is for subscribers only

Subscribe today to get 3 months' delivery of the magazine, as well as online and app access, for only £3.

  • Weekly delivery of the magazine
  • Unlimited access to our website and app
  • Enjoy Spectator newsletters and podcasts
  • Explore our online archive, going back to 1828


Want to join the debate?

Join the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first 3 months for just £3.

Already a subscriber? Log in