Two missing songs. What are they and where should they appear in the list?
Derek & The Dominoes – Layla
Marvin Gaye – What’s Going On
Lou Reed – Walk On The Wild Side
T Rex – 20th Century Boy
Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody
Sex Pistols – Anarchy
Bowie – Heroes
Clash – London Calling
I notice the Clash in the list.
Is it that none of them ever had any hits?
Here’s a clue, Fentypants: no.
Come on now, 38, 28, 35, 32, 19, 25, 22… O.K., so the producer of ‘Top Of The Pops’ wasn’t on the blower to CBS 24/7, but being outsold 25 to 1 by ‘The Birdie Song’ is pretty Rock ‘n’ Roll.
YES!!!! It’s no.
You might not have been paying close attention, what with being consumed by hatred for all the terrible music at the time *winky face emoji*, but they did sneak in a bit of a #1 in the E*g*t*es. @Dai can back me up on this.
Ooh, ooh, have they all been used to soundtrack a jeans advert?
Bless! And the two missing are David Dundas’ “Jeans On” and Matthew Wilder’s “Nobody’s Gonna Break My Strides”?
(That’s Bri Cameron backing up Matthew Wilder, BTW.)
And here’s a cautionary tale in case Bri was considering gan oot outwith his trews.
This is just INSANELY great. Everyone should have just shut up and gone home after this.
‘Bang on the ‘ead wiv a plastic cup’
Genuinely one of the finest pop lyrics ever.
“Walking home and squashing snails” is another evocative lyric
Yy
Yy
Have they all appeared on Now That’s What I Call Dad Rock Volume 367? If so, the missing ones must be –
Blue Oyster Cult – Don’t Fear the Reaper
Boston – More Than a Feeling
I’m right, aren’t I?
Yes, you aren’t.
Something from 1974 and 1978:
Peters and Lee – Welcome Home
Boney M – Rivers Of Babylon
Mr. Digit on the right lines here – shame they’re going in the wrong direction.
Someone’s, yours possibly, favourite song of each year of the 1970s. Which would mean that I have no idea what the missing songs are.
We’re getting fist-gnawingly close to the crux of the biscuit here. But not *someone’s” choice.
Ah! Some THING’s choice.
Got it!
Godzilla soundtracks.
Poll winners for each year?
Depends on how you define “poll”.
Was going to say NME writers single of the year winners, but doubt they would go for Queen
Dai is very nearly there. The NME it is.
My favourite definititon is “to savagely cut back a healthy tree to almost a plain trunk because some wanker has tripped on a paving stone made uneven by root growth and then complained to the council.”
Ahem. Is it side one of “The Best Of Top Of The Pops Vol. 1”?
I think I’ve got this. The first letter of each title spells lwwtbahl. If we add an A and an S we have lwwbahltas. Which is an angram of WHAT BALLS. So we need to find songs that begin with A and S. À Quoi Ça Sert L’amour? by Edith Piaf and Bad by several people are the obvious choices. My problem now is that I haven’t quite worked out what to do with that extra W.
How’s life on Prison Island, Gar?
Going well. Thank you for taking the time to enquire.
Have you got your Maytag connected yet?
A Maytag being (just looked it up) some sort of kitchen appliance? I wouldn’t know anything about that. I assume there are people for that sort of thing. My interests lie elsewhere.
Er … if you’re going to survive there, you need to know how to speak prisonese.
By my reckoning the two years are 1974 and either 1977 or 1978, depending on how Heroes is being counted.
1974 should be This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us by Sparks
1977 should be I Feel Love, but probably won’t be looking at the rest of the songs.
1978, I don’t know, but I’m going to say Wuthering Heights, mostly because I know HP is a big fan.
I think you’re overlooking the fact that not one of the singers in HP’s list used their real birthname. (Except Marvyn Gaye.)
I may be overlooking stuff Gary, I’m a bit careless like that, but I do believe you’re trying to sell me a “Red Herring” here and make me think that it was the deceased’s raffish nephew Charles that did it instead of his younger sister who has experience of impersonating men from her days as an actress while at university.
That wasn’t my intention, but I think you could be on to something there. I await HP’s verdict regarding your answer with great anticipation.
The missing years are indeed 74/8, so well done with that! Songs are wrong.
No, I meant his answer that the younger sister who has experience of impersonating men from her days as an actress while at university was the real culprit.
Marvin Gaye has Marvin Gay on his birth certificate. Just sayin’. 😉
Lou Reed is close enough, or is one not allowed to abbreviate one’s name?
Thinking way outside the bóx here..
Have they all been used in an advertising campaign??
I can imagine all of these very cool tunes would really boost sales of catfood.
Fentonsteve suggested adverts earlier and was rightly ridiculed, so not that far “outside the box” KFD. In fact, very much “in the box above”, as Dai might say.
I’m beginning to think the answer to this quiz has something to do with zodiac signs.
KFD thinking outside the box, but unfortunately the answer is inside.
I’ll be going to beddy-byes shortly, after I snort a line of blow off a crack whore’s foot, but I’ll be dropping by later (probably on my way to the bathroom) so do keep these oh-so-clever comments coming! (*mutters from side of mouth* “bloody civilians”)
I just tried googlecheating and there are two things I observed. Firstly, all the songs listed are in every resulting site’s best songs of the 70’s selection. Or at least some of them are. That doesn’t narrow things down with regards to the two missing songs, but it’s a start for someone else to build upon. Secondly, I observed that Dominos is spelt without an E.
I have every confidence by the time I climb back onto the internet someone will have cracked it.
Dai is half way there. All we need now are the names of the missing songs, and their positions in the list, which was all I was asking for anyway. So maybe he’s not half way there. That would be getting one song right.
Miss You?
Hang on, was Heart of Glass 1978?
It’s okay mate, he’s only going to bed. He’ll be back online later, honest.
My computer (a MacBook; brilliant) says it’s now only 9pm in Thailand. He sleeps at this hour? Or perhaps “to bed” he did hence for something more entertainingly squalid than repose?
I am abed by eight, and spring from the snowy sheets to greet the bright dawn.
OOh! OOh! Miss! Miss! I know the answesr. I’m not going to tell you though because it would reveal that I actually spent ten minutes looking up the source. I did so of my own accord, out of youthful vigour.
Chiz wins.
Oooh, I dunno
Suzi Quatro – Devil Gate Drive
Blondie – Heart of Glass
Big Star – September Gurls
The Buzzcocks – Ever Fallen in Love
Is it Golden Earring with Radar Love for 1974 and The Clash with White Man at the Hammersmith Palais for 1978?
I want my prize to be auctioned for charity.
1974 Ace – How Long Has This Been Going On?
1978 Ian Dury – What A Waste
This is a list from a pamphlet published by the NME called 10 songs you probably don’t need to bother hearing before you die.
“Pamphlet” is a wonderful word. So is “beverage”.
Not nearly as all-encompassing as “circumference”.
@h-p-saucecraft
@Mike_H
And not nearly as wonderful as palimpsest or badinage
Or pampherage and bevlet (a small beaver)
Do we just pick random singles from 1974 and 1978?
Brownsville Station – Smokin’ In The Boys Room
Barron Knights – A Taste Of Aggro
Surely Derek & The Dominoes should be Derek & The Dominos and the Sex Pistols never recorded a song called Anarchy.
As an independent arbiter appointed by myself I declare this kwiz a swizz and if the question setter can’t be arsed* to set a correct kwestion then I declare this quiz over.
* technical term
The kwestion meet all rules and standards set by Kwizz comitee. I diskard you uterly.
Just as well: the “Heroes” not Heroes guy was cracking his shotgun offstage..
That’s fighting talk @H-P-Saucecraft
I see Chiz win I say “chiz chiz”
That actually looks like @mike_h !!
Only with hair and better glasses.
It can’t be the book’s the right way up.
Book?
Is that what it is?
I thought it was lunch.
Well (it being a Mystic Tradition to start any internet comment with “well”) I have to say:
My grate freind Chiz sa he kno, so Mrs. Joyful prize for rafia work go to him. The rest of you are CIVILLIANS.
I leve the task of xplaining to him.
Thank you Saucy. It is with great pride and humidity that I accept this award and the garland of tributes that will shortly be bestowed upon me. I’d like to thank Jesus, Vasco De Gama, Dave out of Chaz and Dave (not you, Chaz, not you) and my manager, Herbert P Saucecraft. As I stand here basking in the radiance of glory I gaze down upon the broken bodies of those who have toiled to defeat me, and find in my soul a compassion that impels me to cry out aloud: How the hell did you utter dolts not know it’s No Woman No Cry and Teenage Kicks, from the NME readers polls?
LISTEN to the man. LISTEN TO HIM I say. And be ashamed. Things have come to a pretty pass when chiz wins a quiz based on an NME poll. It’s not like the NME has been as little read as The Watchtower in this diaspora. It’s not as if the seventies are something you witless dullards haven’t lived through. Or that rock and pop is a foreign land you only glimpsed on a newsreel back when as a wee bairn your Da took you to the Motor Show and you visited a News Theatre in London’s busy West End. THIS IS STUFF YOU SHOULD HAVE SCRIMSHAWED INTO YOUR DNA.
It’s hardly surprising your country is in the very deep shithole it is when Generation NME simply cannot be arsed or doesn’t know nor care to respect its own scriptural heritage. What a bunch of absolute tossers.
Cuh.
CUH.
As fine a bit of cuhbling down as we AWers will ever see
(I didn’t like/read the NME in the ‘70s – and I continue to spurn it in a quite irrational fashion, even to this day – so the sneering dog ate my cool, ironic homework, sir…)
Indeed, it was pretentious wank. I covered the bases with Sounds and Record Mirror back in those days.
Oh I think that’s a bit harsh. It certainly became pretentious wank, but in its magnificent heyday was as good as rock n’ pop journalism got, and above all funny. Lol-out-loud funny. A high point of the week. Sounds could be okay, but Record Mirror? Surely that was only bought if the paper shop had run out of the other pop inkies?
Well, Melody Maker was totally dull, Sounds had quite a narrow focus as I recall and I had a bit of an obsession with UK & US chart placings for reasons that escape me now. I was a teenager to be fair to me.
Sounds used to cover some prog, before it went all NWOBHM on us…hell, Geoff Barton even interviewed Hammill when Still Life was released…
Highlight of my week starting ca 1979 was picking up the NME, and then massive excitement in 1983 when I moved to London and you could get it one day earlier! Read every word in it. Started going downhill 84-85 when the music scene was changing and they weren’t sure what to do.
No problem if, like me, you were also a pretentious wanker.
Arf!
Weren’t we all in our various ways? Otherwise it would have all been a bit dull.
Atom Heart Mother’s main crime was said to be pretentiousness, the very quality that made it great.
Said by whom, HP?
R. Waters.
There’s a view that artists are not best placed to predict or even understand the public’s perception of their work – as the creator, they are too close to it.
Having said that, R Waters is a twat, especially if that’s his view of AHM…
Can’t find the quote (mainly because I haven’t looked), but he was embarrassed by it, which is pretty rich coming from easily the most – possibly only – pretentious member of Pink Floyd. I seem to remember some reviewers whining about pretentiosity, too. Melody Maker. probably.
MM? Nice try…NME practically copyrighted the use of the “P” word to describe music of which they disapproved, as any ful kno…
(I’ve fallen into your trap, haven’t I? Chiz!!)
No, that bloke Chris something, Melody Maker’s lead reviewer, he didn’t like it. But he didn’t like Electric Ladyland We hated his guts, we did.
Is it Nazi Punks F*ck Off by the Dead Kennedys?
Fentypants crowbars open the old memory banks and levers out a last-minute game-changing wrong answer!
No? How about Too Drunk to F*ck, then?
That Jello Biafra was a potty-mouth naughty boy. But at least he could spell. Today’s Yoofs would use ‘To’ or ‘Two’ or ‘2’.