Good Evening once again! Yet another Monday has arrived and pretty much all over by the time you read this post. To distract you from the endless time at home, I’m back with the next instalment of my letter-by-letter investigation into my music collection. This week, the letters ‘U’ and ‘V’ are highlighted…
Starting with U2. When they were alright.
Next it’s some teenage kicks.
When I first heard this song, it meant nothing to me…
The Verve. Did anyone know who these rolling people were?
Finishing with some Velvet Underground. I think we’re all waiting for the man to tell us it’s safe to leave our houses…
After two of last weeks tracks hit the Top 100 (Kylie and the Rudimental thing), I’m back yet again to run my ear over some more potential dross.
First up is an unexpected collaboration between Sting and, well, Shaggy. I know! The mind boggles how these two came together, but ‘Don’t Make Me Wait’ is quite a disappointment. Really. Which probably means it could well be a hit, but I will go with a MAYBE.
Next in line for a critical grilling is U2’s ‘Get Out Of Your Own Way (Afrojack Remix)’. I’ll be honest up front here. I don’t get why people love U2. They had a few good songs back in the eighties, but really, since The Joshua Tree, what have they really done? Sweet fuck all. I haven’t listened to the non-remixed version, and quite frankly have no intention to. Now I know the kids love a remix, but this one will fall on deaf ears. MISS. As I type this sentence, the crap is still going on…
Last up is ‘Nightclub’ by The Vaccines. I’ve heard of the Vaccines, but I’ve never heard them, if you know what I mean. If you were to reel off a list of their other songs, I’d look at you blankly and shrug my shoulders. They might be alright, if you like that sort of thing. I’m led to believe that some people do like ‘that sort of thing’, but I have to say this is a bit on the boring side. I’ll hedge my bets and go for a MAYBE.
That’s the end of this week’s jury. I hope you don’t put yourself through the aural hell that I did in the name of musical journalism. And I mean journalism in the loosest sense, of course…
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