Angels by Robbie Williams

It's a difficult one to call, but 'Angels' may well be my mosted hated single of all time. I can't stand Robbie 'Butlins Read-coat' Williams at the best of times, but it's when he's trying to be an earnest and serious 'artiste' that he's at his most kick-able. Most songs that become known as 'anthems' are abhorent, especially when they're as blandly sentimental and mushy as this one, and the idea of thousands of music fans singing along at Glastonbury is a scary one (aren't those the people who would claim they're into music?) Robbie's CDs are bought by people who don't really buy music that much, but think he's churned out some good, sing-along tunes. I was appalled, but not surprised, to learn that 'Angels' topped a poll of songs most people would like played at their funeral - it is a song about coping with death, after all. But I'll tell you now, if Angels makes an appearance in my final pre-burial moments, I will identify the person responsible and personally smite them with a heavenly lightning-bolt. Unfortunately 'Angels' is one of those songs that's going to be around for decades, even after Robbie turns into a bloated lounge entertainer...

Crap lyric: And down the waterfall/Wherever it may take me/I know that life won't break me

Verdict: 'Highway to Hell' is a better track to have at your funeral