You think thats bad. I have a co worker that weird als the lyrics and gets them stuck in your head. Ill get to that but I agree. Its jaunty pop music like this that pushed me into listening to metal and hard rock. Leafs ruined any good will I might have had for that one H&O dreams come true when they made it their goal song. Budum bum Bump, Budum bum Bump...uggh.
Oh about my coworker...
Your piss, your piss,
Is on my lips
I said your piss, your piss
I can't resist
Because your piss is what I miss
It just tastes so right.
Yeah get that stuck in your head with that terrible low effort pop beat.
If you’re looking for a unifying theme for this column, here it is: It’s dedicated to exploring what one of my oldest and dearest friends calls “the uncanny valley of music.” I’ve mentioned it here before. For anyone who missed it, here’s how it works: Take a band like The...
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A true aficionado of music is able to appreciate tunes in any form they come in, be it the blistering hardcore of Despise You or the smooth, blue-eyed soul of Phil Collins. And speaking of smooth, blue-eyed soul, I’m going on record as saying that anyone who doesn’t like Hall and Oates has zero right to express an opinion on music.
They’re the litmus test. Does the person you’re talking to actually know anything about music? Or do they just ape whatever Pitchfork is telling them to think this week?
The reason Hall and Oates make for such a compelling litmus test is that you have to be either an idiot or a genius to appreciate them. The tunes are catchy, hearkening back to the best of what made Motown’s poppiest pop great. It’s that simple and that complicated. You can groove on the sugary sweet simplicity of the melody or you can dive down deep into the nuances of the rhythm section and the harmonies. The choice is yours.
But what you can’t do is not like Hall and Oates. And sorry, some ironic karaoke appreciation of them isn’t going to cut the mustard, nor is labeling them a “guilty pleasure.” Though, if you’re not doing “Kiss on My List” at karaoke, you’re kind of f***ing up
I can argue against that.