Ahhhh this is equally tough.
It can't be something which is universally accepted as shit... because that's about as much fun as kicking a puppy / James Blunt.
Incidentally when i googled most popular funeral songs (brilliant source of self indulgent, nauseating tripe) James Blunt was top of the pops with 'Goodbye my Lover'
Heinous.
And yet... SO......
It can't be something which is universally accepted as shit... because that's about as much fun as kicking a puppy / James Blunt.
Incidentally when i googled most popular funeral songs (brilliant source of self indulgent, nauseating tripe) James Blunt was top of the pops with 'Goodbye my Lover'
Heinous.
And yet... SO......
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Secondly I thought - Radiohead! An excellent choice i reckon. My LEASTEST favourite for the simple reason that they are universally loved and frothed about (and credit where its due they do have some absolute belters) ........ but why so much adulation when it seems like you're basically swishing your arm round for diamonds in a giant cauldron of pale, mucussy, interminable wailings and screeching strings..... drums which dont seem to go with the rest of the (loosely termed) 'arrangement'....
"the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
Art this may be. But pretty it aint.
However I am so entirely lethargic about the entire idea of Radiohead that I couldn't even summon up the interest to actually think of one of their songs as an example.
So todays winner is:
Coldplay - Fix You.
Embarrasing. Cringeable. Eyes closed. Beige. Baldy.... dad-pop. KEEP YOUR EMBARRASSING OUTPOURINGS OF EMOTION INSIDE YOUR BIG YELLOW HEAD Martin.
To burglarize an NME expression 'dolefully drippy piss'A man singing a lovelorn ballad should look like this:

in fact thinking about it.... everyone should look like this.
~*~*Every time I look at Jeff Bridges i get a little giddy. I think its a result of all my brain blood taking a little excited holiday to my ovaries*~*~
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