Pete Doherty's so-so blood-splattered artworks have turned up on display in London's Bankrobber Gallery (their slogan is also lifted from the Clash, the apt "turning rebellion into money").
The blood is key, apparently:
"His use of blood lends itself perfectly to exploring the extraordinary personal and physical intensity that characterises so much of Peter’s life and work as an artist in the broadest sense," he said.
Perhaps... except, when Doherty was photgraphed poking a syringe into a sleeping girl's arm, he claimed he was collecting blood for his pictures. And if he's using someone else's blood, doesn't that make the art as impersonal as if he'd just gone and bought some paints from a shop?