“Sexuality.” Great song, great message. And if nothing else, it only reaffirms how stunningly gorgeous the late, great Kirsty MacColl was. Her own music was super as well.
Category: Songs (Page 49 of 96)
You know you love lists like these, so check out Blender’s 50 Worst Songs Ever and see if any of your favorites made it.
Universal are big stinky monkeys for disabling the embed on this one, so I’ll just have to link to it like a sucker.
Fewer artists have been kicked around like Kenna has. It’s taken him seven years to release two albums. His first album, New Sacred Cow, hopped labels three times before it was finally released, and once it hit the public…that label completely buried it. Bastards. (That would be Sony, if you were curious) This is made all the more astounding when you take into consideration that Kenna went to high school with the freaking Neptunes, who produced both of his albums. How can you not sell that? Don’t know, but Sony found a way.
Now free from Sony and starting a new life on Interscope, Kenna’s new single doesn’t have a video as memorable as “Freetime,” but at this point, I’m just happy that he’s making music at all.
Ahem…”She’s Tight.” Yeah.
Bob Geldof’s Boomtown Rats were originally pegged as Springsteen ripoff artists – and if you’ve ever heard “Rat Trap” or “Joey’s on the Street Again,” you know exactly where that rumor got started – but their US debut, A Tonic for the Troops, was much more than a series of “Rosalita” rewrites. And while the band came to prominence during the punk scene, let’s face it: the Rats were no more a punk band than the Clash were. They could rock, sure (“She’s So Modern,” “Blind Date,” “Mary of the 4th Form”), but at heart they were a pop band. A very strange, wonderful pop band.
Thus, “Me and Howard Hughes,” a harmony-drenched song about a guy who fancies himself a self-loathing eccentric. Lock yourself up in your room and enjoy this criminally overlooked band.
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