Friday, July 07, 2006

You're My First, My Last, My Everything by Barry White

I'm not a fan of the late Walrus of Love (although you've got to have some respect for that hairdo, pictured.) In fact, I could comfortably put most of his songs in this spiteful blog, but have chosen 'You're My First...' because it tends to plague the airways more than the others. Hard to say exactly why I dislike this so much, but it has something to do with White's loud and warbling style and the big, unnecessary supporting Love Unlimited Orchestra. There is something very same-y about big Bazza as well - and when you've heard one, you've heard them all, which also makes him a tough one to encounter in a pub pop quiz...

Crap lyrics: " You're like a fresh morning dew on a brand new day" (what, wet?)

Verdict: It's hard to imagine that Barry actually felt this way about anything except for the cake trolley...

Monday, July 03, 2006

Right Here by SWV

Although it's a bit strange, there seem to some songs that make you feel nauseous. I don't mean by the lyrical content (though that certainly happens too), but in the same way as suffering motion sickness. Maybe there's something in 'Right Here' that resonates at just the wrong frequency and makes me feel like I might be sick. When I said it was strange I wasn't kidding. I think it also has something to do with the harmonic warbling that goes on in the background when these 'Sisters With Voices' sing - it's very hard to explain, I just know how it feels. And it happens every single time I hear it. Thankfully, SWV didn't stick around long enough to inflict their own brand of RnB-lite on us again - back down the pop dumper they went, thank the lord.

Crap lyrics: "Never to be mistaken/Long as it's love we're making" (as opposed to what? raffia mats?)

Verdict: I'm stocked up on Kwells tablets now, so SWV can throw anything at me and I won't feel sick.








(Thanks to www.rhapsody.com for the borrowed pic)