I’m going to have to start skipping these, several at a time, because there’s just no time to fit them all in before this blog closes. I do want to mention this one, though, because it holds a particular charm for me: when I was little, my sister convinced me that there was a family of cannibals living down the road, singing this song by way of illustration. Continue reading
This is tricky. Anyone following this blog is likely to suppose – correctly – that I like all kinds of music, and just because I like one song doesn’t mean I’d like another, even on the same album. You’d have to know me pretty well to predict my tastes, so I’m not sure what no-one would expect me to love.
If I chose Eartha Kitt’s I Want To Be Evil, in a sense that would be downright predictable. Yes, it doesn’t slide into the alt-rock spectrum of most of my posts, but it is the sort of music that people who love music generally like – playful, classic, and uncontroversially brilliant. I’d be more surprised if anyone I knew hated it.