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Following on from the National Anthems thread, this has to happen. Exhibit A - twenty seconds in and I'm done - the accordion, the waltz beat, the weedy voice and the crappy hippy lyrics. Hell!
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
I hate not only songs but genres, annoyingly I detest so much that I can't even narrow it down to one song that sums up everything that is wrong with our species.
but I'm working on it.
Edit - I mean, novelty songs, gangnam style barbie crazy frog shit bolloxs, just kill them now. And anything involving childrens choirs, ffs
When I saw the title of your post Brian, and before seeing your nomination, that song was the very first one I thought of - god I hated it! (Eden Kane's brotherbtw). Next, and unbelievably another No.1, was Cinderella Rockefeller by Esther and Abi O'farim, the Irish duo.
Pretty much everything I have heard by Bob Dylan. He has the melodic range of a fcuking hoover. And can't play the fcuking harmonica half as well as that jakey in the underpass trying to raise the money for his next bottle of turps.
Songwriter? Nobel winner? Fine, I get that bit, but get someone else to play and sing the bloody things!
Anyway, I must be going. There is a torch carrying mob assembling outside.
'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
I was flabbergasted by the unbelievably crass idea of finishing The Killing Fields with John Lennon’s Imagine. I can see Pol Pot and his boys tearfully waving lighters in the air imagining no religion and possessions and hoping everyone will join them to live as one.
Forget getting played to death when it came out, it tore a hole in the fabric of reality. Every TV show, every TV ident, every ad, every sports show. If I hear that piano start up I start convulsing
Raindrops keep falling on my head…….A harmless ditty from a good film but I hate it. BJ Thomas, who wrote it died recently, so it got played a bit on radio. Still hate it
I was flabbergasted by the unbelievably crass idea of finishing The Killing Fields with John Lennon’s Imagine. I can see Pol Pot and his boys tearfully waving lighters in the air imagining no religion and possessions and hoping everyone will join them to live as one.
I just finished reading The Lost Executioner by Nic Dunlop and decided to watch The Killing Fields again for the first time in years. I’d forgotten about the use of that song at the end and it was so jarring and misguided. Almost undid everything in the film that went before it.
About 20 years ago I spent a month in Cambodia and I was staying in a guesthouse on the lake in Phnom Penh and they had a DVD player that quests could watch films on. No prizes for guessing which film got played the most. It seemed really insensitive, knowing the last Khmer Rouge only dissolved a few years before. I remember the owner shaking his head and saying it gets played every day!
Returning to the topic, “Yes sir, I can boogie”. Makes me want to stick pins in my eyes.
Two genres I detest with every fibre of my being are American Country and Crap Irish Folk. Here the two are merged with full-on horror predictably ensuing. Open with care.
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
I just called to say I love you ...yuk.. Hello...LRichie also cringe worthy
I'm feeling that. You can add almost anything by the Commodores and especially Easy and Three Times a Lady. Mawkish, stomach turning mush. The Commodores were one of my first true hates.
Lionel Richie also has an unfeasibly large mouth. But I'm sure he's a lovely bloke when he's not singing sickening drivel.
I'm feeling that. You can add almost anything by the Commodores and especially Easy and Three Times a Lady. Mawkish, stomach turning mush. The Commodores were one of my first true hates.
Lionel Richie also has an unfeasibly large mouth. But I'm sure he's a lovely bloke when he's not singing sickening drivel.
I'm feeling that. You can add almost anything by the Commodores and especially Easy and Three Times a Lady. Mawkish, stomach turning mush. The Commodores were one of my first true hates.
Lionel Richie also has an unfeasibly large mouth. But I'm sure he's a lovely bloke when he's not singing sickening drivel.
Did you not like the Commodores early funk stuff; Slippery When Wet and Brickhouse in particular?
Awful dirge at a leaden pace, guitar work that Spinal Tap couldn't have done better as a pastiche and an actual infantile playground taunt employed as a melody. I must admit, having that drivel thrust into my ears took the gloss off our title in 2011.
Little known fact; the song was originally going to be double the tempo as the band were intending it to be a bit punky (yes, really....).
But Brian May insisted they record it at half-speed. No doubt so he could crow bar in more of his appallingly dull, plod-along guitar solos.
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