Many threads on here about great albums, long lost gems etc.
However, I have just one song that I hate so much that the mearest hint of hearing it anywhere is guarenteed to make me switch channels, radio stations, walk out of where it is being played.
The demon is: -
Seasons in the sun by Terry Jacks. It is the creepiest piece of music I have ever heard.
However, âFairytale of New Yorkâ by Pogues/McColl, âBloody Brown Bloody Eyed Bloody Girlâ by Van Bloody Morrison, Queenâs âWe Will Rock Youâ and âTrueâ by Spandau Ballet run it very close. All examples of cretinous swill disguised as music.
When Iâm Calling You by Slim Whitman. My father had a phase and drove me completely mad. Imagine wanting to listen to Buzzcocks and Stranglers but getting Slim Whitman
The Power of Love by Jennifer Rush. When I was a student the next door neighbourâs wife left him and for weeks on end he played this bloody song day and night. I was ready to commit murder
In the 1980âs one of the Hi Fi monthlyâs, perhaps Popular Hi Fi?, quite often included Roger Whittaker 45s & EPs as free gifts because âof his clear vocals & good recording techniqueâ.
Naim probably recommended them to demonstrate the fine qualities of their equipment!
This post was supposed to reply to the OP - Seasons In The Sun, Terry Jacks.
Except⌠as small children we used to paraphrase that song with a tune to make another naughty childish song. I am not sure if anybody else sang this down south, maybe it was just a Kent thing.
âWe have joy, we have fun flicking bogeys at the sun, but the sun was too hot and turned them into snott.â
Didnât really work very well, but it summed that up.