Originally published at: Is this the worst song ever? | Boing Boing
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This is a truly hideous mashup. I could only bear to listen to a minute or so, but there are some real gems like this one in there.
“Ramadan, Ramadan. Lots of playing… WITH NO BREAKFAST!”
I’ve heard worse.
this is better than katy perry, lynyrd skynyrd, or stephen sondheim
Kind of hoping John Waters will direct the film. 10/10, would watch.
I got a fever…
Indeed. I still liked it better than Blood on the Dance Floor.
Love it.
Could chop this up in so many ways and use it as a soundtrack in some gonzo comedy western
I like it.
Worst song ever? Anything by Phish or Weezer.
If you were to attend a festival in the noise music genre you’d find a lot of stuff that’s as jarring as the bagpipe-screaming mashup. And the “so-bad-it’s-good” scene of private pressings has several contenders for most unbearable song, too many to list, and yet people seek these out and cherish them, reissue them even.
I don’t really consider it the worst, i’ve heard some real awful stuff. May i nominate the infamous IceJJFish?
There sure is a lot of this track.
Soprano cowboy rap is right on the edge of becoming the next big thing, though. When it’s initially introduced, before they start mashing it up with the Ursonate, it works. It works really well. It’s fucking hilarious.
Even saying “this is the worst song ever” is going to make people like it more.
“NO WAY is this the worst song ever!!!”
and they will look for things they like about it. Just like if you tell someone “this is the best song ever” their first impulse is going to be
“NO WAY is this the best song ever!!!”
and look for flaws in it
I note a conspicuous lack of bassoon, without which, citing no less an authority on such things than Professor Peter Schickele himself, of the Department of Musical Pathology at the University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople, this song is not as bad as it could be.
While this is not the best musical score ever, there is a whole lot of orchestrational egregious-osity committed here (one could even leave off the clip-clop-clip-clop…) That is, play Beethoven’s ninth with mis-tuned kazoos and garbage-can-lids and you’ll be challenged to discover the transcendent wonder of it.
Had it only been about five minutes long, it would have been prime Dr Demento material.
I had never seen a band get boo’d untill I saw weeded at Coachella. That’s all the information I needed.