Eleven records I’m embarrassed about liking
It’s a nonsense concept, of course. Why should you be embarrassed by your musical taste? The fact I like some of these might surprise some people, though.
The Like – Release Me
This one immediately comes to mind. Everything about the way this group is put together, their privileged backgrounds, their affected “look at us darling we’re so decadent” image … the beautiful people … I despise. These people are not my people. I cannot deny that sumptuous Sixties horn-led Mark Ronson production, though – nor even some of the songs, crass and obvious and mentioning of privileged lifestyles as they are. This is the album that Amy Winehouse never made, but should have.
Supertramp – Breakfast In America
I would list Pink Floyd’s decade-destroying Dark Side Of The Moon here, but I’m not remotely embarrassed to be caught liking that. Maybe I should be. I’m not sure that I do really like this Supertramp album. But if I do then, yes, I am embarrassed for myself.
Kylie Minogue – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head
I’m not even sure why this on the list. I like it. It’s a great song. It’s a great performance. Who cares whether it’s by an annoying media cipher or not?
The Cranberries – Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?
I can only put my liking for this down to some kind of sadomasochistic sexual attraction towards Dolores; her personality and her voice. I really can’t account for it otherwise: the music is so generic and the singing so soulless. And let’s not start on the lyrics … ! There’s a part of me that really hates myself and some of that part of me often finds stuff that winds me up sexually attractive. I can’t help it, and while I probably should deny it, today I’m not going to. Maybe this could apply to much of this list? Looking at the other names listed here, probably not.
Beady Eye – Different Gear, Still Speeding
I don’t like the Noel Gallagher solo album at all. Guy can’t sing. This one, however … it’s so crass, so bludgeoning, so obvious, so naive in its arrogance, I find it near impossible to resist. This, despite having written stuff like …
Sure, Different Gear, Still Speeding is a sorry half-assed pretence of an album, sure it could have done with some judicious editing (most of the songs drag on at least two minutes too long). Sure, it’s like classic Cockney pub rockers Chas And Dave bashing out the greatest hits of The Beatles on piano. Sure, it doesn’t even make an attempt at hiding its source material most the time. Sure, it’s like if Gem (formerly of the atrocious Heavy Stereo, don’t ever forget), had been allowed to handle songwriting AND production duties in Oasis. Sure, it’s like a fifth-rate Rutles, a third-rate Status Quo, a second-rate La’s, an OK Oasis.
It’s still quite probably the finest album Liam Gallagher has been involved in since What’s The Story (Morning Glory).
… when it came out. I have a real soft spot for tribute bands when it’s done well.
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