music that makes you sick

garth brooks .

You need a newsagent with a shorter queue, I think.

i got very upset once as a kid when we were travelling somewhere in the car and i couldn't escape my sisters tape of the Kids From Fame album. It's Gonna Be a Long Night -- too fucking right it is.

Usher

A lot of stuff, but the most ridiculously nauseating musical experience was in the summer of 1992 where literaly every freaking store I ever walked into was playing Annie Lennox's "Walking on Broken Glass." Drove me freaking crazy after a while. One of my co- workers used to play the whole damn album too (probably just to torture me, 'cause I played Big Black or something). Even thinking about it now makes me slightly ill. Her voice. The damn chorus. Ick.

I fought a friend of mine once to try and get "One Way" by the Levellers off the stereo.

there's been about ten songs over the last few years that i find truly obnoxious and nauseating...the main offenders include the goo goo dolls-iris aerosmith-i dont want to miss a thing lighthouse family-lifted nelly-ride with me red hot chilli peppers-otherside/scar tissue wyclef-that song about the stripper nelly furtado-i'm like a bird stereophonics-mr writer

ive never been able to figure out quite what it is that i find so repulsive about these songs,and ive noticed that friends of mine who are familiar with the list are often surprised at the inclusion of one of the songs ("i cant believe you'd rank otherside with lifted,"etc),but suffice to say they all have a certain quality,for want of a better word,that distinguish them from the merely bad songs of this world cheers, robin

Status Quo nearly caused me to pick up my television and throw it really hard at the wall when the Argos chose to advertise on an "every single nausiating break" scheme over christmas. Slade are as bad.

Songs I will walk off the dancefloor in disgust to include anything by Hefner, Legal Mang by Belle & Sebastian (unless I am very drunk and willing to forgo principles and the queue at the bar is big or I just can't stop dancing IE sweating) and of course perennial faves BaxenuphilldownDale.

last night watching bono at the superbowl...

R.Kelly. That guy can't expire soon enough.

...and Destiny's Child, of course.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, B*xend*le, Hefner and Legal Man all force me off the dancefloor as well.

RickyT stands by his woman! Yay!

As muttered on the 'first song I really hated' thread, "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds was the first such song I loathed in that fashion. The opening bit of "Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine currently prompts the same reaction.

U2

"...we have never really forgot our punk rock roots..." bono on much music

also alicia keys because every 20 something college girl thinks that she sounds like an 'urban independent woman' everytime she belts out that overvibrato piece of crap-c'mon your in college and you can't sing so what's the point

My cousin reminded me of the song actually. She mentioned her sister was desperate to find a song for her marriage. Finally, after months, they did: Chris DeBlergh's Lady In Red. Eeeeeh?

Abba - Dancing Queen. I grew up in the seventies and this must have been the song which had most airplay back then. And I physically disliked it from the first listen. Just unbearable synth-pop rubbish.
Queen - We Are the Champions. Used to like it when I was 12 or something but bloody hell Queen are so bad. Bombastic bollocks.
Eagles - Hotel California. Oh no I have to stop, I have to pu...

Mentalism of Helen's sister lies not in the choice of CdB for a wedding song but that coming up with this took FIVE MONTHS. Which choices were more obvious and required prior consideration??

No idea where I got the FIVE from. Probably dreaming of Starry's forthcoming artickle.

Secondly, not my sister, my (other) cousin. Five months however is SADLy on the money

Nelly Furtado - both of her radio songs have worsened head aches on two separate occasions. It's her horrid voice.

Haven - just heard a track on the radio from their album - ladies & gentlemen the bullshit Brit bore rock band of 2002 has arrived.

Moldy Peaches - some song about indie boys being ironic; instant nausea!
The "Star-Spangled Banner" - the melody's crap, and the song itself gives me the creeps, has for a long time.
Yes, Dave, good call on Usher.
DDD, I agree with you on Alicia Keys - I just want to retch.
Sadly, a lot of salsa has this effect on me, and I feel terrible about it, but I can't do much about it.

Oasis = TRUE slack-jawed yob muzik. You know I'm right about this.

Fiona Apple = Singing ineptly inept faux-sophisticated "jazz arangements" on Saturday Night Live. Then she went into some sort of, er, pretentious junkie whirling dervish dance or something. I momentarily felt embarrased to belong to the same species as that deranged creature.

Jewel = Worst thing I ever saw in my life - some VH-1 Jewel performance in which she suddenly burst into her idea of SCAT SINGING in tandem with subpar lead guitarist. I believe I had nightmares for for the next year or so.

Jewel (again) = Not exactly a musical event (but then was hellish caterwauling previously mentioned?), but I once took a brief glance at her "poetry" book (a stack of thirty copies remaindered for $2 a pop; they weren't moving, either). Ever seen that? Any severely retarded 4 year old mongoloid could easily up her in the eloquence/intelligence sweepstakes.

Tori Amos = Saw her once on Letterman or Conan O'Brien or some such, singing a cappela paean to rapist and gun. Couldn't exactly decide who should die first - rapist or singing rapee.

And the all-time winner is ....

LOVERBOY = As an angry young teenager circa 1985, I went out and got a proper job at Ticketmaster. Now one of the so-called fringe benefits of this shitty ticket-selling gig (aside from the stoned out, preteen psychos who'd insist on holding up a line of 300 people ten minutes before the start of the show cos they need to pay the entire $13.95 admission fee from a mouldy old mayonaisse jar festooned with rusty pennies) was that, once the show begins and the ticket booth shutters its window, we were "graciously" allowed by the promoters and managers to watch the floor shows for free. So I once spent an hour of my life watching old whatshisname bump and grind in red leather pants, squeaking out all about how he's gonna work for the weekend and take his gurl to the top. The audience responded like a giant blob, nodding, hewing and hawing. Whathisname ended the evening strutting the length and breadth of the stage, graciously allowing the female spawn near the stage to sniff and paw his sweaty leather second skin, all the while chanting "ROCK & ROLL! ROCK & ROLL! ROCK & ROLL!"

Spinal Tap had NOTHING on THIS.

I agree w/ helenfordsdale about Lady in Red.

Behold, the Unholy Trinity that is 'Walking on Sunshine' by Katrina and the Waves, 'Love is a Wonderful Thing' by Michael Bolton, and 'Conga' by the Miami Sound Machine.

Lesser minions include that bloody Armaggedon song by Aerosmith and pretty much everything I've heard from Brian McKnight. Oh, and Craig David.

AMERICAN FUCKING PIE.

I retch on your spick floor to 'Red In The Lady' by Chris de Burgh. I can't stand the paeans.

I remember finding myself in a stolen Pontiac Sunfire (don't ask!) subjected to four sixteen year old candied redneck girls singing along to "Jumpin' Jumpin'" by Destiny's Child (I think they did that...). I succumbed to immediate sugar hangover and felt horrible the entire night.

Ha ha--LOVERBOY! I recently was working as a cashier at the local annual carnival when they came to town. They were playing just outside the pavillion--a drunk lady came and bought a plastic mop from me, and she proceeded to sing something she said was by them (it was virtually inaudible) whilst rolling around on the demonstration linoleum patch knocking the fake cacti down...

I also hate anything remotely like Nickelback.

Anything by Jamiroqua.

I wasn't watching closely enough to get the title or artist (i.e. was making my tea) but that GODAWFUL ENDLESS warbling ballad by some ghastly, self-love oh-please-hit-me Tori Amos wannabe at the end of TOTP2 last night near enough made me eat my tea twice.

Can someone get Steve Shite off that programme? All he ever does is stick on some ghastly AoR schlock at the end and make sarky comments about artists/songs he was happy to fawn over when he played them on Radio 1 or Luxembourg the first time around.

For feeling genuinely sick as opposed to a shudder of disgust I'd say that the album by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks is pretty vomit- inducing. Particularly 'Baby Doll'. At the same time it's wonderful because it sounds like nothing else, but fuck, it's a horrible- sounding splurge of noise.

Most tracks by V/vm also make a mini-rumbling sensation in the area between my lungs and stomach.

I remember finding myself in a stolen Pontiac Sunfire (don't ask!) subjected to four sixteen year old candied redneck girls singing along to "Jumpin' Jumpin'" by Destiny's Child

YOUR LIFE IS MY DREAMWORLD. Don't ask? Don't ask? I'd really like to know a) when I can hang out with you b) in exactly what manner you were "subjected" c) how in the world you get a girl "candied"

I can't stand the paeans.

The honey-roasted ones are quite good.

Limp Bizkit Kid Rock Staind Default Creed Nickelback KORN

LE TIGRE. White Stripes. All these new bands that sound like Collective Soul (why would you want to rip off Collective Soul?) Macy Gray. All that "new soul" hippy-dippy crap, including the Roots. Other hippy crap that calls itself "funk" or bands that "jam."