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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Listen with prejudice


There are some bands that polarise people.

I have a friend who hates UB40 with every bone in their body. I on the other hand have always found them very easy on the ear. Their blend of reggae-lite, reviving old tunes I might never have heard and giving them their own twist has always sat well with me. They're a bit of a Status Quo when it comes to their songs, in as much that they're not so different from each other, but I like his voice and you can't beat songs like Food For Thought, Breakfast In Bed, One in Ten, Don't Let It Pass Me By, If It Happens Again and many, many more.

Another friend of mine loathes Queen with a passion. Then again, I like them, not everything but they're not an instant turn-off. They were around all through my childhood, teens and twenties and so lots of Queen songs hold lots of memories. Under Pressure: A school trip to Paris in 1981. Hammer To Fall: A party in Oxted, summer '84. Thank God It's Christmas: Christmas. Tie Your Mother Down: My first Top of the Pops LP, etc.

My particular Marmite artist, though, is George Michael. I can't stand him. Or Wham.

Last Christmas is my least favourite Christmas song, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go has been overplayed to the point of extinction and as for his solo stuff: Yawnarama.

Songs like Kissing The Fool, Praying For Time, Father Figure, I Want Your Sex, Fast Love, Outside, blah, blah, blah. Beyond dull. The pompadoured one has never done it for me. It's bland, bistro background music, middle management rock, music for people who don't like music, Bluewater pop. I could go on but you get my drift. Don't buy me any George for Christmas. It's taylor made to be sung by X Factor auditionees. It's a lot of hysterical warbling and faux crooning. Plus, he looks like a bit of a tit.

Who's your Marmite artist?

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