I could just about take him on shitey E4 bland-o-specials, but he knows shit all about music.
Last time I tuned in, admittedly a long time ago, he seemed to have reduced himself to braying 'shabba' approximately every 4 seconds, presumably whilst wearing a cricket sweater tied at a jaunty angle around his shoulders, practicising advanced mockney and reading a copy of "Nepotism Today'. A useless identikit cuntbag.