So do endless replays and repetition as found in the playlists of say, Capital FM, which I am forced to listen to by colleagues, have strange, magical effects on your taste, or quite the opposite?
― Peter, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dog latin, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Paul Steeples, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Stevie Nixed, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
If a song is shit in the first place it just worms its way harder into your mind with constant exposure and becomes even more fucking enervating. The Oasis era was an outstanding example of this; had "Don't Look Back In Anger" been recorded by some forgotten small- timers I'd probably find its pomposity perversely charming, because it had never been forced down my throat.
― Robin Carmody, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geordie Racer mk 2, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kevin Enas, Wednesday, 25 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)