Hard News: One man’s Meat Puppets is another man’s Poison
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Kumara Republic, in reply to
Who was that dick flatmate at Knowles St who played this every fucking morning...???!!!
Gack. I'd almost forgotten about that 1970s cheese.
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Hebe,
My 14-year-old son's You Tube favourite at present. Good thing for humanity he goes to a peacenik school
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I find it really difficult to hate. Nothing on the pop charts affects me enough to inspire great negative emotion, and since I live in a post-radio bubble anything frequent is my own now. Those months when I’m back in Auckland my loathing is frequently directed at the buffoons bFM and George see fit to fill the gaps between songs with during morning and drive slots. Good people I’m sure, but absolutely unlistenable.
What bothers me, however, is hearing bad drumming. It itches and scratches, in all the wrong ways. I blame 15 years affected by hip-hop, jazz, afro-beat, pop, various electronic genres, and Radiohead. The consequence has been to take a lot of the joy from live music, which can rarely compete… my loss.
ETA: Thanks Hebe, bagpipes. My ancestors have a lot to answer for.
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For you youngsters who think it was all fine and dandy in the ’60s, spare a thought for those of us who endured a summer of this:
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The Pastoral Symphony is pure dreck.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
The core difference between men and women is encapsulated in your comment. Or maybe it's this: I love it, my partner loathes it:
As I noted somewhere else recently, I once got busted playing 'Search for the Hero' on bFM at, like, 8am on Boxing Day. Caller was enraged at my slipping that one in.
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Also a special mention for Lulu.
I have never forgiven her for this.
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Tamara, in reply to
Ha, my children's grandmother gave it to them and she's unbannable.
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Hebe, in reply to
You're forgiven for Meatloaf then. But Paradise by the Dashboard Light? I don't think so.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
There have been times in my life when I'd have been tempted to answer "anything with guitars", but that would rule out New Order. What I really can't stand is rawk, especially grunge: sweaty AND angsty is a particularly grating combination.
Loathe Pearl Jam, love Nirvana, just don't get LA hair metal at all. And Guns 'n' Roses had, like one good song.
#fightin'words
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Tamara, in reply to
oops, misread your comment briefly! Yes, I also make sure it's not on when I'm around.
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The core difference between men and women is encapsulated in your comment. Or maybe it's this: I love it, my partner loathes it:
In our house? One of us loathes Fleetwood Mac. One of us loathes Billy Bragg. In fact, seeing as Karl can't be here, here's the song he hates the most:
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Pretty much all the bands that came out of England in the nineties. Oasis, Coldplay, Radiohead. Actually, I didn't even hate them, they were just a giant MEH. It still grated because I was constantly being told how awesome they were.
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I still have nightmares about the music played – at great volume – by a group of hippies camped near us at Glastonbury one year. I think it must have been bad early 70s British folk music.
We were lying in the dark trying to get a little sleep before morning, and they were playing this dreck. I think everyone in range pissed themselves laughing at one point when a song ended and an anonymous camper yelled:
“THAT WAS FUCKIN’ SHIT!”
Eventually, I went over and turned down their PA, which was a bizarre experience. They were all tripping so hard they didn’t actually seem to be able to see or hear me, so I just walked over, turned it right down and went back to bed. It took them a good half an hour to manage to turn it back up again …
Had a similar experience at a UK Womad one year, just Fiona and me in a tiny tent, but the music was the worst reggae I have ever heard. I don't know who the "artist" was, but I do remember one particular chorus went:
She took me to her mountaaaain
And showed me her valleeeeAlthough mere text does not really convey its comical awfulness.
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BenWilson, in reply to
OK, you got me. Not everything that we hate was once good. There's no moment of vulnerability when such a song would have ever had me tapping my feet. Ironic.
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Radiohead and Billy Bragg? I'll be sulking over here in the corner.
In the mean time;
Or maybe it's this: I love it, my partner loathes it:
I love/loathe this at the same time, because it has been played so much in our house/car, with everyone trying to sing along. Bad idea.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
OK, you got me. Not everything that we hate was once good. There's no moment of vulnerability when such a song would have ever had me tapping my feet. Ironic.
Heh. I'm totally okay with 'You Make Me Feel Like Dancing'. It's a good little pop song.
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JacksonP, in reply to
Heh. I'm totally okay with 'You Make Me Feel Like Dancing'. It's a good little pop song.
<Words!>
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Russell Clarke, in reply to
Love it, more for the memories associated with it, than for the song itself.
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Hebe,
My shameful like:
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This was never good - and its strong hook makes it bad earworm material:
Talking of earworms, Nothing Compares 2 U was mine the other day - totally out of the blue.
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Oh. Oh oh oh. I used to love this song. I can see why your girls would love it.
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
You people are breaking my fucking heart.
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Practically anything with the fucking autotune; or to be a bit more specific, anything that relies on the fucking autotune to mark out its register as “cheap trick music for empty souls”.
Seriously, it’s like the music-production equivalent of huffing hydrocarbons. Seems like it might be good for a lark, and heady fun while it’s happening, but if you rely on it, it rearranges your perspective such that you think you’re all good times, carefree and loose – but actually you’re stumbling around with wild eyes, pissed pants and fluoro yellow shite on your face.
Yeah, ZM, I’m looking at you.
L
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Any song which includes a spoken word interlude.
And yes, that includes Blerta's Dance All Around the World which makes me want to gouge my ears out.The only exception to this rule is anything by the Shangri-Las, but only because they are the best pop band ever.
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