This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #SideEyeSongs: Music you have either given or received judgement for.
Only a select few individuals on this planet still appreciate McFerrin's absolute genius. On my deathbed I suspect I will still insist this is better than Cream's original, despite how amazing that was. It's just that good, and so is Bobby. (Ignore the cheesy album art; I think his agent forced him at gunpoint)
New Order droned this joyless anthem and defined "understated" in underground 80s music. The pain and meaning come from what isn't said, and the agony that is not expressed; Bernard et al. achieved the first or second derivative of interpersonal trauma by painting at least half of it in the negative spaces. 20 years later some edgy 20somethings decided what this track was missing was screaming the pain at high, overly-theatrical volume. They walked into a room where everyone was enjoying a dark joke and assumed everyone needed them to get on stage and explain the joke in cringeworthy detail.
Yes, they sang that "oh yeah" song from Ferris Beuller (and yes, it is also cooler than you think). No, this is not "real metal". Yes, they are a niche Swiss electropop band. If I turn up the screaming part I can't year you.
I know, I KNOW! The Trio were the Wonder White Bread in the rich focaccia bread shop of the 60s folk movement. Yes, they took a folk classic sung by the likes of Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger and changed the lyrics to be about a suburban white guy. What can I say? I was young. They got under my skin.
This song was overplayed in the 80s when I first heard it, and it got worse the longer it was on the radio. The fact that it really seems to have creepy hebephile vibes (which the writer/singer eventually found the energy to deny) doesn't help. It seems to come back in vogue every few years, now, with very young people, for reasons I cannot begin to understand.






