Oh, the shame!
You have to wonder whether I really have the credentials to take responsibility for the running of things here at Casa Del Toad while Matthew’s away. Perhaps Rrandy’s (sic) comments about me following The Vines review were right after all.
I mean, I have terrible taste in music. It’s frankly embarassing. There are truly awful songs out there which, despite their terrible-ness, remain capable of putting a huge grin on my face, getting me jiggling my wobbly bits, and howling along ecstatically but no doubt sounding like a cat in a deep-fryer.
And here I am at the helm of a respected, well-regarded and popular music website. It simply beggars belief.
But we’re all a bit like that though, aren’t we? Is anyone really so despicably cool that they don’t secretly love a bit of Madonna? Or Kylie? Or Cradle Of Filth?
If it wasn’t for the crap music we love we wouldn’t be human, we’d be inescapable bores. We’d be saddo muso anoraks with no mates and no sense of humour. It’s our ability to say “Fuck you, I like this. And I’m going to blast it out at 3am and sing along at the top of my voice and you can’t stop me, officer!” that brings balance to our appreciation for music overall.
If I meet someone who claims to only like the most achingly cool new stuff that fourteen people have heard of, I immediately lose my trust them, and not just in musical terms.
So, to restore your faith and belief in me, dear readers, here’s some godawful shite that I absolutely love. It’s totally inappropriate content for a website such as this, and Matthew will kill me for this, but I bet you love them too, really.
Philip Bailey & Phil Collins – Easy Lover
Men At Work – Overkill
Van Halen – Why Can’t This Be Love?
