Theres a serious, serious problem rocking offices all over the country. It’s horrible.
It will slowly kill each and every one of us. It’s killing me and half the office I work in. I’d bet it’s killing the other Future’sBleak-ers.
The suspect? Commercial Radio. The method? Overkill and repetition of dire, excruciatingly bad songs. I say songs as if it’s more than one song, but from what I can gather it is one song played over and over and over. Then an advert, not quite as many adverts as Spotify but still. Then over and over and over again.
One thing I’m failing to grasp is who’s actually buying these records. Enter collective “Tsk, buy?!” And who decides these three-minutes of uneventful, inadventurous sounds are worthy of repeated plays?
Maybe they believe we need to hear these songs to truly appreciate the technical prowess of these so-called musicians. But Sigur Ros they aint. Hear it once and most three year-olds without anything like a working ear can replicate it, let alone with one.
Indeed improve on it.
It’s all well and good moaning about this, but it’s pointless without a remedy. The best start for the cure is the source. So owners, or schedulers, of Heart, Kiss et al just pop to a car boot.
Pick up a record. Ney, pick up a box of records. I mean real records. Large, 12″s in fact, of vinyl.
Play them. All of them. Going from album to album to album and back again.
You might just realise what a pathetic and mind-numbing thing you’re doing. You may hear a voice, and that voice will be our conscience. It will probably be weeping.
The weeping is for all of us and for the music industry as a whole.
