That's what big-nosed twat Paul Moody seems to think in this week's NME* - basically, Hazza's penchant for birds, booze and spliff, combined with his, like, todally edgy donning of Nazi regalia, makes him like 'Liam Gallagher if he'd come of age in Shoreditch in 2004'. I kid you the fuck not, he actually wrote that and meant it as a complement. He also points out that Harry is less dull than Chris Martin. Well, duh. Who else is on Paul Moody's cool list? Crispian Mills? Nick Griffin?

A new nadir for a long-redundant rag that many thought couldn't stoop any lower after their thinly veiled, necrophiliac end-horse-ment of heroin adiction as a lifestyle choice.

*I bought it to get a form place an advert, not becuase I care for pasty-faced, pencil-limbed fuckwits pedalling twee, self-pitying conservative shite.