English Rose. The Jam. Not on the original album sleeve which kind of says what they thought of it. For no bombs can ever keep keep me from she.
And for solo artist: controversial choice. Don’t Give Up. Just awful […]

Spoiler for the story: if it was really a nine-hour trip how long would it have been if he’d taken a fresh does. Or does LSD mature like a fine wine.

Not to make light of it @neil-jung but my algorythmic playlists are constantly under attack by son playing endless big band jazz, and daughter’s metal or wibbly wobbly Steve Hillage/system 7/ozrics stuff.

But are they not just mind-bendingly average. Whereas this – if you can make it to end of the song you deserve a medal:

Can I add Paul Weller’s work, he recently did a South Bank show with an orchestra and lots of his songs would suit a string arrangement. Not from this concert, but has an excellent string arrangement:

This is a deep, deep well my friend. I broke you in easy, now let’s really find out what’s down there… while in the UK this is chiefly heard at parties for the under-7’s as a man in a smelly monkey suit urges […]

Blue Lines – trip-hop

While they are one of the paradigmatic greatest hits bands – bar This Is My Truth that is not the same as
Shite

I was tempted to post the Brian Wilson rap song (promo only) I know of, but it probably falls under the ‘poor care of the vulnerable’ rather than the more straightforward shite criteria.

And following up on @retropath2‘s comments about the golden buttock dropping a steaming one. Here’s the Dee Dee Ramone rap single you never ever want to hear again:

Now I’m a die-hard remainer, but our continental cousins do have form in this area. Italians this lot are apparently. The soundtrack of a million pools and campsites.

You;re just a sucker for a flute solo.

Ok no camp. Dreadful production. The desire for fame so desperate you can smell it, lowest common demoninator in every aspect going. This really does offend the ears:

i agree, the problem with lots of 60s comps on say Kent or Stax. It’s 28 songs. These were all built to be played on a jukebox. So I;ve been working through this 7 at a time. Pays dividends.

Ok I’m thinking about the epic grandeur and utter seriousness of Jim and little Jim. I think the songwriters behind Joy knew it was a shite novelty hit (it is). But this. It’s EPIC GRANDEUR and UTTER SERIOUSNESS alright:

This is where we should start. Surely a gold standard and yes it is unutterably awful and strangely compelling. Grandeur maybe a step to far though.

This always struck me as fairly ‘distinctive’ – Siouxsie’s ethereal and floaty vocals beamed in from a Paris cafe, Morrissey’s – well he’s just got back from the NF disco in a ruminative mood.

I almost Made a Mistake – see what I did there? But apart from the aptness, this is a completely undiscovered gem.

Also on this: People Get Ready, Gypsy Woman, It’s All right, Keep On Pushing – I guess it’s place is safe.