As mentioned a couple of times recently when adding to this series, I’m expanding it to not only feature songs which – and bear with me, this gets quite complicated – include a vocal which goes Ba Ba Ba…, but also Do Do Do or La La La, and, frankly, any other nonsense sounds singers make when they can’t be bothered to write proper lyrics.
I’m being facetious here, of course, because I recognise that sometimes – no, often – it’s the inclusion of that bit of gibberish which pushes a record over the line between a ‘not bad pop record’- and they’re all pop records – into the ‘ruddy marvellous pop record’ territory.
Last Monday, Martin from New Amusements left me a very nice comment, that one of the songs I’d posted that day had given him “Quite the Proustian rush”, and it occurred to me that’s pretty much what I do here these days: think of reasons to post records I love which, with a bit of luck, will stir a memory in anyone reading it too.
Which leads me to today’s selection. A song which reminds of girls I was at school with.
You won’t be too surprised to learn, I think, that I was not a fan of Duran Duran when they were at the height of their powers back in the 1980s. They were, to these rock-infatuated ears, most definitely “a girls’ band”, by which I mean: liked by hysterical teenage girls. And generally, these were girls that I was too terrified to approach at the school disco.
It wasn’t until several years later that I realised that pop bands that girls like more often than not made ruddy marvellous pop songs.
Pop songs like this:
If you can get through that without singing along to the Do-Do-Do bits, I fear this place might not be the blog for you. You need to up your game a bit, mate.