Lily Cooper (nee Allen) broke a seven-week Twitter silence to brand NME a bunch of "twats" after they gave her protege Tom Odell a scathing 0 out of 10 review; calling him "musical syphilis".
Odell won the Brit Award for Critics' Choice earlier this year, and his long-awaited debut collection A Long Way Down was released on Monday (June 24) off the back of singles 'Hold Me' and 'Another Love'.
But NME's Mark Beaumont called him a "poor, misguided wannabe who's fallen into the hands of the music industry equivalent of Hungarian sex traffickers".
He went on: "I wish I could say there’s a place in Hell reserved for Tom Odell. There’s not. Just loads more Brits. He’ll be all over 2013 like a virulent dose of musical syphilis, pounding and warbling away at every Papal election and Bradley Wiggins finishing line."
Lily, who has championed Tom from the get-go, posted a link to his album on her Twitter page and said NME was "a fanzine that people used to read in the 90's" (sic).
She wrote: "Yo , whagwan ? Long time and all that.
Please can everyone go and get the @tompeterodell album and show the NME what twats they are. Thanks".
She later added:
"For all the people asking who the NME is, it's like this fanzine that people used to read in the 90's ."
Here's the complete NME review:
Quote:
Imagine, if you can, a more annoying 2013 sound than the trout-tongued singer from Bastille going “Ayd if yew clews yer ayezzz” before EVERY SINGLE YouTube clip of the year so far. Can’t do it? Then imagine this – an act that’s three parts Ben Howard, five parts Adele, four parts Keane, eight parts Florence and 500 parts Marcus Mumford’s arse. The sort of artist that’s a shoo-in for the Brits Critics Award, voted for by made-up ‘critics’ from Whatever Soporific MOR Shite Sold ****loads Last Year To People Who Don’t Really Like Music Magazine. Welcome to Tom Odell. Please, you’re welcome to him.
Just as there was a certain brooding promise to his teaser hit ‘Another Love’ before someone waterboarded it with cod-pagan pomp until it was a trembling, desperate mess prepared to do anything its overlords told it to, ‘Long Way Down’ is a decently bland album by a (probably) decently bland sort of bloke that’s been shafted so hard by The Man it’s submitted to gospel choirs (‘Can’t Pretend’), Coldplay chorus ballast (‘I Know’, ‘Till I Lost’) and Mumford money jigs (‘Grow Old With Me’) – all over-emoting songs about nothing.
During the maudlin quietude of ‘Sense’ or the title track, a tiny inkling of pity emerges in your sickened soul, and you convince yourself the 22-year-old from Chichester is just a poor, misguided wannabe who’s fallen into the hands of the music industry equivalent of Hungarian sex traffickers. Then he comes over all Lionel Richie on ‘Supposed To Be’. I wish I could say there’s a place in Hell reserved for Tom Odell. There’s not. Just loads more Brits. He’ll be all over 2013 like a virulent dose of musical syphilis, pounding and warbling away at every Papal election and Bradley Wiggins finishing line. Be warned, you can’t unhear it.
0/10
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The review 
Made me curious to listen to it, tho.