This is the series where I feature The Guardian’s idea of the 100 best UK #1s ever, and we see what I have to say about them (which usually isn’t much, to be honest).
Well, I really wasn’t expecting the amount of dissenting messages I received after the last post in this already tedious series, where I posted Whigfield’s Saturday Night and described it as “dog shit.”
Now, admittedly I was referencing the bit in This is Spinal Tap, where their album Shark Sandwich receives a two word review:
…but perhaps I didn’t make that clear enough.
Look, I really dislike Saturday Night, but I accept that it has its positive points. Just as the premise here is that There’s No Such Thing as a Guilty Pleasure, I’m not wrong for hating it, and if you like it, then you’re not wrong either. Pop music: it’s all subjective, see?
Also, as I said in the Comments to that last post: “See, what I did here was think ‘this would be a good idea for a series’, I didn’t actually bother to a) check what the songs I’d have to post were, or b) think of anything to write about them before I started it. And since I’ve been dumb enough to mention how many posts there will be in the series in the title, I can’t just quietly drop it. You’d think I’d have learned from my 50 Reasons series, wouldn’t you….?”
In the same way as that, when I used to do The Chain here, I wouldn’t peek to see what the next tune was until the time came for me to write the post, so I don’t know what I’m going to have to write about in this series until I start to write the post.
Constructive criticism noted: from now on, I’ll try to engage a little more. Hopefully, there won’t be many more songs that I think are so bloody awful as to make me resort to an equally scathing and short review that might get a few of your danders up.
OK, so what’s next on the list?
Oh great. Thank you, God.
Here’s what The Guardian had to say about the record which they decided was the 90th best UK Number One….Ever!:
“There will be howls of protestation at Bieber being on this list, a man routinely cited as everything that is facile about pop and celebrity. Well, he’s had his moments, but this is one of his equally frequent triumphs. Taking the Insta-filtered aesthetic of the then-popular tropical house sound and marrying it to a melody that flits like a bird of paradise always coming back to its perch, it has the melancholically fleeting beauty of a package holiday sunset.”
My exposure to Bieber has been limited, thus far. Up until now, all I really knew about him was that:
- He was a child prodigy, and therefore annoying
- He changed his hair-style and immediately a large chunk of his audience was aggrieved
- He once turned up at a gig at the O2 two hours late (I wish I could find the footage of a Dad, who had accompanied his daughter to see him, announcing “We hate him now”, but I can’t)
- He’s had some run-ins with the law
- He genuinely doesn’t seem to give a flying feck
All of which makes me rather like the rude little sod. Isn’t this what pop stars are supposed to be like?
As for the tune itself: s’alright. It’s a perfectly fine pop record, and it sounds like most pop records do to these old ears these days.
I mean, it’s no Saturday Night, but what is?
But in the Top 100….? I can probably think of some others which could have replaced it. But since I don’t know what’s to come, I can’t exactly list them.
NB: when this is done, I will not be venturing an alternative list of my favourite UK #1’s ever.
Anyway, more soon (less controversially, I hope).