What, no Cheeky Girls?
Actually, I'm not going to bash the Cheeky Girls because A) so many others do it for me, and B) the "Cheeky Song" (or whatever it's called) is irritatingly catchy but certainly not the worst song ever written.

I have several candidates for the Worst Record Ever. These are...

01. Run DMC - "It's Like That"
Repetitive manufactured garbage. How Run DMC can perform shite like this and still have the audacity to claim that they are a real "Gangsta" hip-hop band I'll never know. Every time I hear it I grind my teeth.

02. TaTu - "Not Gonna Get Us"
Oh dear. They started off so well, too. "All the Things She Said" was a bit too poppy for my liking, but I can still appreciate that it was still an emotional and evocative track. And then they follow it up with this dross, a track so bad and so different to their previous hit that it flamingoed up their tour, prompted them to admit they weren't lesbians and abandon the world of pop. For that, at least, we should be grateful.

03. Girls Aloud - "Sound of the Underground"
Ladies, repeat after me: "We are not a Girl Band. Bands are groups of people who can play at least on musical instrument each, and who generally write their own material. Bands produce pieces of music where the group audiably work together to produce a pleasing sound, rather than simply sound like each memeber is waiting for their turn to sing and mug the camera. We fully admit that we were chosen for our fragile fame due to our looks rather than our personalities or talent. We, and others like us, should henceforth be referred to as 'Manufactured Female Vocal Artist Groups", and people of taste and decency should refrain from purchasing our records."

Of course, that's why I don't like the group. But why don't I like the song? Because it adheres to all of the priciples above, that's why. Hands up who remembers a time when musical acts went out of their way to produced a unique sound, and emotionally evocative music? Because there are generations of young people who never will, thanks to happy baby orangutan like Simon Cowell and Pete Waterman. Burn in hell, the lot of you.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Wed 3 Dec 2003, 13:28, Reply)