Amanda Palmer vs the Sidebar of Shame (NSFW. You have been warned)

The musician is not a fan of the Daily Mail, it seems.

Amanda Palmer, the former lead singer of the Dresden Dolls whose crowdfunded album made kickstarter history, performed this delightful little number at the Roundhouse in Camden last night. It’s called “Dear Daily Mail. Sincerely, Amanda Palmer”, and is, er, very not-safe-for-work. You have been warned.

If you have neither the permissive environment nor audio equipment to listen to the video, the lyrics are below. The point isn’t quite as forceful, but it still comes across clearly enough:

Dear Daily Mail,

It has come to my recent attention,

That my recent appearance at Glastonbury Festival’s

Kindly received a mention,

I was doing a number of things on that stage

Up to and including singing songs – like you do!

But you chose to ignore that and instead you published

A feature review of my boob

Dear Daily Mail,

There’s a thing called a search engine – use it

If you Googled my tits in advance you’d have found

That your photos are hardly exclusive,

In addition you state that my breast had escaped

From my bra like a thief on the run,

How do you know that it wasn’t attempting

To just take in the rare British sun?

Dear Daily Mail,

It’s so sad what you tabloids are doing,

Your focus on debasing womens’ appearances

Devolves our species of humans,

But a rag is a rag, and far be it from me,

To go censoring anyone– oh no,

It appears that my entire body is currently

Trying to escape this kimono!

Dear Daily Mail,

You misogynist pile of twats,

I’m tired of these baby bumps, vag flashes, muffintops,

Where are the news-worthy cocks?

When Iggy, or Jagger, or Bowie, go shirtless

The news barely causes a ripple,

Blah blah blah feminist, blah blah blah gender shit,

Blah blah blah OH MY GOD NIPPLE

Dear Daily Mail,

You will never write about this night,

I know that because I’ve addressed you directly

I’ve made myself no fun to fight,

But thanks to the internet people all over the world

Can enjoy this discourse,

And commune with a roomful of people in London

Who aren’t drinking Kool-Aid like yours

And though there be millions of people who accept

The cultural bar where you have it at it,

There are plenty of others who are perfectly willing

To see breasts in their natural habitat

I keenly anticipate your highly literate

Coverage of upcoming tours

Dear Daily Mail,

Up Yours.