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Saturday, March 08, 2008

Which Decade: Cumulative scores, after six years.

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1 (1) The 1960s - 205 points.
2 (2) The 1970s - 202 points.
3 (3) The 1980s - 182 points.
4 (4) The 2000s - 164 points.
5 (5) The 1990s - 150 points.

Although the positions on our cumulative league table remain unchanged, it's worth looking a little more closely at the gaps between each decade.

At the top of the table, the 1970s are still chasing the 1960s hard, with last year's two point difference widening to a mere three points. However, these two decades are now pulling ever clearer of their nearest rivals, as last year's 7 point gap between the 1970s and 1980s becomes a yawning 20 point chasm.

The 2000s are making reasonable ground, but with last year's 26 point lag behind the 1980s only reducing to 18 points, they still have a lot of work to do. As for the 1990s, now lagging by 14 points as compared to last year's 8, it does look as if they are already out for the count.



I think it's time for a graph, don't you? This shows the waxing and waning fortunes of each decade over the past six years. I'm not sure that it proves anything, but doesn't it look nice?





Finally, and in accordance with Which Decade custom, it only remains for me to thank everyone who voted: Adrian, Alan, anne, asta, betty, Bryany, Cathy, chris, Clair, David, diamond geezer, Dymbel, Erithian, Geoff, Gert, Gordon, Hg, imsodave, jeff w, jo, JonnyB, Lizzy, LKSN, lockedintheattic, Lyle, Marcello, NiC, Nikki, Nottingham's 'Mr Sex', Oliver, Rebecca, Rob, Sarah, Silverfin, Simon, Simon C, Stereoboard, Stu, SwissToni, The commenter formerly known as, Tina, Tom, Vicus Scurra, Will and Z. Nearly everyone who took part in last year's Which Decade came back again this year, which is particularly heart-warming - as is the record number of votes cast, with all rounds picking up over 30 sets of votes for the first time, and some even touching a new high of 40 votes. (Frankly, I'm not sure that I could have coped with many more.)

The Golden Notepad award for Outstanding Commenting goes this year - and how could it not? - to Marcello, whose extraordinary expert knowledge combined with his real passion for the subject has added much to the enjoyment of the last three weeks. Oh, and he also happens to be my favourite music writer on the planet, so it has been a joy to have him along.

As ever, it's been a phenomenally labour-intensive but also richly rewarding slog, and I look forward to welcoming you all back next February, for what could be our final episode of... Which Decade Is Tops For Pops?

Thank you, and goodnight.

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Which decade is Tops for Pops? - the results: THE WINNER.

1st place - The 1960s. (36 points + 1 tiebreak point)

2007: 1st place, 34 points.
2006: 2nd place, 37 points.
2005: 2nd place, 33 points.
2004: 1st place, 36 points.
2003: 3rd place, 28 points.


10. Gimme Little Sign - Brenton Wood. 4 points.
9. Judy In Disguise (With Glasses) - John Fred & His Playboy Band. 5 points.
8. Fire Brigade - The Move. 4 points.
7. Pictures Of Matchstick Men - Status Quo. 4 points.
6. Am I That Easy To Forget - Engelbert Humperdinck. 1 point, least popular.
5. Bend Me Shape Me - Amen Corner. 5 points.
4. Everlasting Love - The Love Affair. 5 points, most popular.
3. She Wears My Ring - Solomon King. 1 points.
2. Cinderella Rockefella - Esther & Abi Ofarim. 4 points.
1. Mighty Quinn - Manfred Mann. 3 points.

Tiebreak round:
This Guy's In Love With You - Herb Alpert. 4 points.
Fire - The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. 5 points.
Mony Mony - Tommy James and the Shondells. 6 points.

Yes indeed: for the third time in six years, the Sixties have swung it - meaning that either you lot are tiresomely predictable, or else that the music from four decades ago was consistently wonderful.

Looking at this little lot, one has to veer towards the latter conclusion. The creative rush of the beat boom (and its close successor, the Summer of Love) was abating, in favour of a lighter, more overtly commercial sound - but there was still an unmistakeable optimism in the air, as evidenced by all that strident brass, those straight-up boom-thwack beats, that toytown surrealism, and those soaring feelgood choruses.

Sure, Englebert and Solomon did their best to poop the party, but they feel irrelevant to the spirit of the age - especially when compared to the exquisite and heart-melting easy listening of Herb Alpert, one of my best finds of this year's project. (If you only click on one of the YouTube links, then take a look at Herb in action, and then try telling me you haven't fallen in love with him just a little.)

Meanwhile, the Heavy Brigade were moving elsewhere, as the first divisions between "serious" and "disposable" began to make themselves felt. It was the dawn of that most obstructive of creatures, the Rock Snob - and perhaps the first example of pop music's periodic need to shed its skin, and to re-engage with a new set of believers.

So let's leave the "heads" to sneer at the Amen Corner and the Love Affair, while we more enlightened souls raise a glass (I've actually just finished my third, but hey, it's Saturday night) to our winners... our official, mathematically proven Tops For Pops decade... ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals, I give you... THE SIXTIES!

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Which Decade: your Top Ten and your Bottom Five.

Just before we announce our winning decade, let's look back at Those You Loved, and Those You Loathed. Positions are calculated by dividing the numbers of points scored by the number of people voting on that particular day... which is all rather good news for our winner, who benefitted to no small degree from being up against a bad bunch. Tsk, statistics eh?

1. I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany.
2. Never Ever - All Saints.
3. Take A Chance On Me - Abba.
4. Everlasting Love - The Love Affair.
5. Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra.
6. Uptown Top Ranking - Althea & Donna.
7. Bend Me Shape Me - Amen Corner.
8. A&E - Goldfrapp.
9. Wishing On A Star - Rose Royce.
10. Fire Brigade - The Move.

46. Valentine - T'Pau.
47. All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys.
48. Am I That Easy To Forget - Engelbert Humperdinck.
49. My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion.
50. Cleopatra's Theme - Cleopatra.

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Which decade is Tops for Pops? - the results: 2nd place.

2nd place - The 1970s. (36 points)

2007: 3rd place, 31 points.
2006: 1st place, 38 points.
2005: 3rd place, 30 points.
2004: 2nd place, 31 points.
2003: 1st place, 35 points + 1 tiebreak point.


10. Sorry I'm A Lady - Baccara. 2 points.
9. Love Is Like Oxygen - The Sweet. 4 points.
8. Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra. 5 points.
7. Uptown Top Ranking - Althea & Donna. 5 points.
6. Wishing On A Star - Rose Royce. 5 points.
5. Hot Legs - Rod Stewart. 2 points.
4. Come Back My Love - Darts. 4 points.
3. If I Had Words - Scott Fitzgerald & Yvonne Keeley with the St. Thomas More School Choir. 2 points.
2. Figaro - Brotherhood Of Man. 2 points, least popular.
1. Take A Chance On Me - Abba. 5 points, most popular.

Tiebreak round:
Substitute - Clout. 2 points.
You're The One That I Want - John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John. 3 points.
Three Times A Lady - The Commodores. 1 point.

For the second time in Which Decade history, our leading decades have been obliged to submit to the rigours of a tie-break. Five years ago, the 1970s came out on top - but this year, the combined might of Clout, Grease and The Commodores were not sufficient to save them.

Like our 2008 chart, there's something prematurely old-fashioned about the selection from 1978. There's straight-up 1950s revivalism from Darts, which is echoed in the rather mangled take on the decade from Travolta and Newton-John. There are some well-established hit-makers (Abba, Rod Stewart, ELO), doing their well-established thing, and there's even an unexpected last gasp from The Sweet. Disco is poorly represented by Baccara, and new wave isn't represented at all. Instead, our one nod towards the contemporary comes from Althea and Donna, representing a fluke break-out for a habitually underground culture.

So for the most part, it all feels like business as usual - which makes the changes that were shortly to sweep over the charts all the more unexpected, and all the more welcome. Yes, chart pop was about to drop another generation, but you'll have to wait another year (at the very least) to find out how the first representatives of that generation - hell, of my generation - made that change.

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Which decade is Tops for Pops? - the results: 3rd place.

3rd place - The 2000s. (31 points)

2007: 2nd place, 32 points.
2006: Equal 4th place, 21 points.
2005: 4th place, 27 points.
2004: 5th place, 26 points.
2003: 4th place, 27 points.


10. A&E - Goldfrapp. 5 points, most popular.
9. I Thought It Was Over - The Feeling. 2 points.
8. Work - Kelly Rowland. 2 points.
7. What's It Gonna Be - H "two" O featuring Platnum. 2 points, least popular.
6. Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna. 4 points (tied position).
5. Chasing Pavements - Adele. 3 points.
4. Sun Goes Down - David Jordan. 3 points.
3. Now You're Gone - Basshunter. 3 points.
2. Rockstar - Nickelback. 3 points.
1. Mercy - Duffy. 4 points.

Ah. And this, folks, is where my "dropping a generation" theory runs into choppy waters. For what do we have here, but precisely the sort of retro-flavoured, adult-friendly, "quality" tunes that are bound to find favour with my dominant voting demographic, hence this eminently respectable third placing?

For here are Adele - the anointed successor to Amy Winehouse - and her anointed successor (for doesn't Adele-mania already seem like months ago?), "don't call me Aimee" Duffy, both delivering solid, bankable (if precocious) evocations of classic songwriting styles. And here are The Feeling, still ploughing the Guilty Pleasures 1970s soft-rocking furrow (and at the time of writing, The Feeling are a few minutes away from appearing on a prime time ITV1 show of the same name, with their "ironic" cover of Buggles' Video Killed The Radio Star).

And speaking of Trevor Horn: here's the reliable old master back in action, producing a tune from David Jordan which could have existed at any time during the last 20 years or so. Oh, and there's Nickelback, with their quite extraordinarily retrograde Mezozoic Era "rawk" (featuring a special guest appearance from one of the beardy blokes in ZZ Top), and there's Kelly Rowland, working that tired old Bhangra Knight Rider sample from five years ago... you get the picture? (Yes, we see.)

Meanwhile, when Ver Kids do get a look-in, with the utterly splendid What's It Gonna Be, you lot only go and give it the lowest average mark of anything in the 2008 Top Ten! What are we going to do with you, eh? Well, at least we all achieved some sort of cross-generational consensus with Rihanna, so let us be grateful for that.

So, I'm a little conflicted here. Delighted that the 2000s have pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, especially after the humilations of Years One to Four - but a little saddened that they have done so by coming over all fuddy-duddy in the process. But mostly, I'm pleased that popular culture isn't on an irreversible one-way journey to hell in a handcart after all....

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Which decade is Tops for Pops? - the results: 4th place.

4th place - The 1990s. (25 points)

2007: 5th place, 26 points.
2006: Equal 4th place, 21 points.
2005: 5th place, 26 points.
2004: 4th place, 27 points.
2003: 5th place, 25 points.


10. Together Again - Janet Jackson. 3 points.
9. High - The Lighthouse Family. 3 points.
8. You Make Me Wanna... - Usher. 3 points.
7. Gettin' Jiggy With It - Will Smith. 3 points.
6. Angels - Robbie Williams. 4 points (tied position).
5. Cleopatra's Theme - Cleopatra. 1 point, least popular.
4. My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion. 1 point.
3. Never Ever - All Saints. 5 points, most popular.
2. All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys. 1 point.
1. Doctor Jones - Aqua. 1 point.

While our 1988 Top 10 began badly, it was in its upper reaches that our 1998 Top 10 floundered the most, with Cleopatra, Celine Dion, the Backstreet Boys and Aqua all placing last. As such, this is another wretched result for our most wretched of decades, which after six years of trying has never placed higher than fourth.

Remember that theory which I aired in the previous post? (And if you're reading these posts out of sequence, then kindly desist.) Well, I'd argue that the "dropping a generation" theory holds true here as well. With Britpop a spent force, the Spice Girls had heralded a return to "pure" pop - or, as the disgruntled Oasis fans of the day would have it, shallow, manufactured, production line... well, I'm sure you can fill the rest in by now.

And so we had All Saints (on the plus side) and Cleopatra (on the minus side), continuing the boom in Girl Power Pop (for which see also B*Witched, Billie and the aforementioned filles d'espice). Aqua were serving the pre-teens, all the while tipping a cheeky wink to an older crowd who could see through their subversions. Best of all, Usher was in the vanguard of nu-R&B, showing the way forward with his superb You Make Me Wanna. And worst of all, the Backstreet Boys were pointing the way towards all the truly mind-numbing, truly production-line, identikit boy-band balladry that was to follow (yes, of course I mean Westlife).

By 2000 and 2001, this rebirth of "pure pop" had reached something of an apex, with all manner of boundary-stretching greatness charting high. But none of this helps our dear old 1990s, lumbering under the weight of crap pop-rap, coffee-table soul, and the deathless caterwauling of Celine. 1998, was this really all you had to give?

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Which decade is Tops for Pops? - the results: 5th place.

5th place - The 1980s. (23 points)

2007: 4th place, 27 points.
2006: 3rd place, 33 points.
2005: 1st place, 34 points.
2004: 3rd place, 30 points.
2003: 2nd place, 35 points.


10. The Jack That House Built - Jack 'N' Chill. 1 point.
9. Shake Your Love - Debbie Gibson. 1 point.
8. Valentine - T'Pau. 1 point, least popular.
7. Say It Again - Jermaine Stewart. 1 point.
6. When Will I Be Famous - Bros. 2 points.
5. Beat Dis - Bomb The Bass. 4 points.
4. Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car - Billy Ocean. 2 points.
3. Tell It To My Heart - Taylor Dayne. 4 points.
2. I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany. 5 points, most popular.
1. I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue. 2 points.

Oh, Eighties! Whatever happened, that a once mighty decade should sink so low?

Five years ago, the 1983 chart was so strong that the results had to be decided by tie-break. Three years ago, the 1985 chart emerged as our outright champion. Last year, the 1987 chart hit a record low - and this year, the shoddy sounds of 1988 have disgraced the entire decade.

Although things picked up a little towards the end, with respectable placings for Bomb The Bass and Taylor Dayne and even a lone victory for Tiffany, 1988 was never going to recover from that disastrous opening run of four consecutive last places: Jack 'N' Chill, Debbie Gibson, T'Pau and Jermaine Stewart.

And time and again, the same complaint was voiced in the comments box: it was that cheap, tinny, synthetic production job that you hated the most, be it from Jack 'N' Chill's Woolworths-own-brand take on house music, from the brash aspirationalism of Bros, or from the rattling and clattering of cut-price diva Taylor Dayne.

I have been revisiting and refining a favourite theory over the past couple of weeks: namely that towards the end of each decade, chart pop drops a generation, leaving those who thought that pop was always going to grow with them feeling scornful and betrayed. In this instance - and as someone who was a 26 year old DJ in an "alternative" nightclub at the time, I can speak with some measure of authority - it was Kylie, Tiffany and Bros who grated on our sensibilities the most (the equally youthful Debbie Gibson being too marginal a figure to care about). God, but we hated them all with a passion: they were "production line"; they were "plastic"; they endorsed Thatcherist values (whether they knew it or not, but WE COULD TELL); and they were everything that some of us hated disco music for in the late 1970s ("mindless brainwash music for the masses").

Meanwhile, in a handful of clubs in the London area, a new movement was brewing which would provide pop's next great paradigm shift. Like the paradigm shift of punk before it, acid house (and its close siblings, techno and rave) never really dominated the charts; instead, they had to content themselves with Changing Everything. Down at my club night, we were already transforming the venue with home-made smiley-faced banners; a month or so later, we even gave away matching badges to everyone who walked through the door. There were faint clues in the Bomb The Bass record, and there would be stronger clues in a couple of future Number Ones: Theme From S-Express and The Only Way Is Up.

A seminal year for youth culture it might have been; but at our chosen point in time, it was still a shit period for chart pop. Better luck next year, eh?

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? - Year 6 - Tie-break.

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The comments boxes are closed. Your votes have been counted and verified. And I can now reveal that, for the first time in five years, we have a dead heat for first position. Which can only mean one thing...

We go to tie-break. Repeat: we go to tie-break!

It has occasionally been suggested that, were we to pick charts from the summer months rather than miserable old February every year, we might end up with a stronger selection. In that spirit, let us travel forwards in time...

...until we land precisely six months later, in mid-August. Mmm, feel the warmth! You might want to lose those bulky sweaters.

In our bonus tie-break round, we'll be examining the Top Three for August 17th 1968, and for August 17th 1978. The usual rules apply, except that we'll be voting for six songs rather than five. The decade with the largest number of points in this round will duly be crowned this year's winner.

Here goes, then. The best of Troubled Diva luck to both our decades...
#3, 1968: This Guy's In Love With You - Herb Alpert. (video)
#3, 1978: Substitute - Clout. (video)
#2, 1968: Fire - The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. (video)
#2, 1978: You're The One That I Want - John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John. (video)
#1, 1968: Mony Mony - Tommy James and the Shondells. (video)
#1, 1978: Three Times A Lady - The Commodores. (video)
Listen to a short medley of all six songs.
Given that this is such a uniquely sensitive and critical moment in the contest, I shall refrain from passing comment on these selections, for fear of leading the jury with my piercing aperçus.

(The suggestion that this is merely because I'm short on time and can't be arsed is, of course, quite groundless, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.)

For the very last time this year, then: over to you. Your votes have never been more vital.

Voting on the tie-break round will remain open for 48 hours.
The deadline is therefore midnight on Wednesday night.
Final tie-break results:
1968: Mony Mony - Tommy James and the Shondells. (141)
1968: Fire - The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. (132)
1968: This Guy's In Love With You - Herb Alpert. (125)
1978: You're The One That I Want - John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John. (106)
1978: Substitute - Clout. (105)
1978: Three Times A Lady - The Commodores. (84)

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Monday, March 03, 2008

Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? - interval poll.

While we wait for the final votes to trickle in, I have a few questions for you concerning this year's selections.

1. Of the fifty songs featured, which one was your absolute favourite?

2. And which one was the biggest pile of stinking doo-doo?

3. Are there any good songs which you've discovered (or re-discovered) as a result of this year's contest?

4. And finally, a trivia question: how many of this year's acts have performed at the Eurovision Song Contest?

At the time of writing, the final positions are still in a state of flux, with a lot of very closely fought battles still taking place throughout. At one point during the weekend, the 2000s came within two points of second place - and if nothing changes between now and tonight's midnight voting deadline, then we'll be going to tie-break. Could this BE more exciting?

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Friday, February 29, 2008

Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? - Year 6 - the Number 1s.

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Gosh, is it that time already? Whereas most previous Which Decades have, barring the initial head-rush of Year One, unfolded over a relatively leisurely three weeks or so, I haven't half been banging them out this year.

(There's a reason for that: namely four gigs on four consecutive nights next week, AND an interview to write up, AND a 1200-word article for... well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. But if I don't get this post up by tonight, there simply aren't going to be enough hours in the day.)

In terms of the daily decade-by-decade league tables, this year has been almost entirely free of drama. The 1980s, 1990s and 2000s have been fixed in their respective positions, while the only real action has occurred at the top of the league, with the 1960s and 1970s frequently swapping places or else drawing level with each other.

Nevertheless, and with just one more round to go, the pole position is still very much up for grabs. There are some extremely close border skirmishes lower down the league, and the three closest (Lighthouse Family vs The Feeling, Usher vs Kelly Rowland, Robbie Williams vs Rihanna, none more than two points apart) are all battles between the same two decades. Add that to the current one-point gap between Nickelback and the Ofarims, and you can see that the 2000s are still capable of snatching victory, for the first year ever.

Have I got you all worked up again, then? Because after those last two rounds, our collective spirits could do with some reviving. Once more into the breach we go, brave soldiers! It's Friday night, it's Top Of The Pops... it's the Number Ones!
1968: Mighty Quinn - Manfred Mann. (video)
1978: Take A Chance On Me - Abba. (video)
1988: I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue. (video)
1998: Doctor Jones - Aqua. (video)
2008: Mercy - Duffy. (video)
Listen to a short medley of all five songs.
What is it with our insistence on reading non-existent "naughty" meanings into innocent cultural artifacts of forty years ago? There were no sexual double entendres in Captain Pugwash; Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds wasn't about LSD; Bob Dylan's Puff The Magic Dragon wasn't about cannabis; and his 1967 composition Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn) weren't about no coke dealer, neither. (The song actually drew its inspiration from Anthony Quinn's portrayal of an eskimo called Inuk, in the 1960 movie The Savage Innocents. God, I love Wikipedia.)

"Yeah, but he's an eskimo, right? And where do eskimos live? In igloos! And what are igloos made of? Snow! And what does snow look like, eh? Eh? Eh? You're a man of the the world, squire! Say no more, say no more!"

To which I say, look at the third verse, Tedious Throwback Drugs Bore: "Nobody can get no sleep, there's someone on everyone's toes, but when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna wanna doze."

Must be pretty shite charlie, then. I rest my case.

Oh yes, the Manfred Mann version. (Stripped of its parentheses and its definite article, Fact Fans. These things matter.) The Manfreds had a bit of a "thing" for covering Dylan songs, having already scored Top Ten hits with versions of If You Gotta Go, Go Now and Just Like A Woman. Never having heard Dylan's 1967 Basement Tapes original, I find myself quite unable to imagine what it might sound like - and indeed, I would never have guessed from the typically strident, straight-up, boom-thwack 1968 arrangement that this was even one of his compositions. Having subtracted its attendant - and considerable - nostalgic pull, I also find myself wondering how it ever came to top the charts. It's pleasant, it's curious... but, you know, what the f**k was going on here? He's an eskimo! Who cares?

It's always a bit boring when Abba songs come up on Which Decade, because everyone just goes "yadda yadda yadda classic", and they get maximum points all round, and where's the thrill in that? But then again, what can you can do when they keep knocking out material of this quality, except salute their genius?

As a love-struck teen with the most massive, all-consuming, and needless to say unrequited boy-on-boy crush on a fellow school mate (who still hasn't shown up on Friends Reunited, and yes, I do still check from time to time), I found a considerable personal resonance within Take A Chance On Me - as indeed I did with just about every song on the radio for the full three years that we were at school together, up to and including Don't Cry For Me Argentina, and believe me, that takes some doing. Listening to it again this morning, I had to smirk at lines such as "If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown, honey I'm still free, take a chance on me", which cast me as some sort of lovelorn Mr. Humphries Junior - but we didn't have much in the way of role models in 1978.

(OK, Tom Robinson - but I never really thought of him as gay in a fancying-blokes sort of way, just in an abstracted fist-punching badge-wearing way. I'm rambling, aren't I? It's been a long day.)

Incidentally, those of you watching the video should pay close attention to Agnetha's small but significant pout at around the 2:17 mark, as this was the moment that totally slaughtered the lads in the school TV room on Thursday nights, just after supper and just before prep. I can still remember the anticipation ("Wait for it, wait for it!") and the almost post-coital sigh which followed ("She just looks so... easy, you know what I mean?") Hey, they didn't get out much. At least my source material was closer to hand. (And I mean that entirely metaphorically.)

By way of introducing our third Number One, I can do no better than to quote SwissToni's and Z's comments on When Will I Be Famous:
Have I really wasted 20 years of my life hating this record? Listening to it now, it all seems so...so... innocuous. How could I have expended so much passion loathing something that is ultimately this harmless?
I was too old for this back in 1988. Now, I'm not.
Because, you see, back in the days when Soap Starlet Kylie Minogue had yet to morph into SexKylie, DanceKylie, IndieKylie, PopKylie, SexKylie2.0 and BraveKylie, SnottyLittleHipsterMike was as yet allergic to her charms.

OK, I f**king DETESTED I Should Be So Lucky, despite having bought it as a "just in case" standby for my club nights. I only ever played it the once, at another benefit night down the Old Vic (I did a lot of benefit nights), this time to raise funds for a Lesbian & Gay Community Centre which, with the wisdom of hindsight, never stood a ghost of a chance of being opened. (And what's worse, I accidentally played the instrumental version on the B-side. Oh, the cheek-burning shame of it! Hateful, hateful, song!)

Well, look. If you'd told us at the time that Kylie's pop career would still be going strong twenty years later, with the artist elevated to the position of Much Loved National Treasure, we'd never have believed you. Besides which - and I know she's never claimed to be the world's greatest singer, but still - this has to be one of the most lacklustre vocal performances on any UK Number One ever.

Sorry, Kylie. Luvyaloads, you know that. And I also love the good grace with which you've worn this particular albatross: reciting it straight-faced at a highbrow poetry festival in the 1990s, reworking it as Ibiza trance on your 2002 tour, and most recently, with that deliciously slinky Jessica Rabbit cocktail lounge version, on Jools Holland's New Year's Eve show. Never was a turd more ably polished, I'll grant you that. But you know, and I know, that I Should Be So Lucky is still... well... a bit shit, really.

No such taste-related problems befell me in 1998, as my extended Oh What A Big Fat Gay Cliché mid-life crisis reached its autumn years. By that time I'd have danced to any old rubbish, provided it was "gay" enough - as my Vengaboys collection alone would prove - but if truth be told, Aqua's Doctor Jones holds up rather well.

Oh, the new crop of snotty little hipsters hated it with a passion, of course. At the end of 1997, when Muzik magazine polled its best known DJs for their end of year round up, almost every single one of them named Aqua's Barbie Girl as the worst single of the year - whereas, as I'm sure we've all come to realise, it was nothing less than Total Pop Genius. (I think the penny first dropped with the Goodness Gracious Me parody, Punjabi Girl.) And while Doctor Jones might not scale the same Olympian heights, it sure as hell comes close.

And finally, it's this week's New Amy Winehouse! Move over Adele, you're ancient history: Duffy's the new gal in town!

Actually, and before we go any further, shall we put all this New Amy Winehouse conspiracy theory nonsense to bed? For lest we forget, Amy only went stratospherically massive a few months ago, whereas Adele and Duffy have been in "artist development" for considerably longer than that. The time lines simply don't fit. So let us hear no more about it.

I haven't yet made my mind up about Duffy, whom I'll be seeing at The Social in exactly a week's time (and what's she even doing playing such a tiny venue when she's at Number One, anyway - so much for the carefully plotted Evil Masterplan). I heard a few selections from the new album earlier in the week and liked them - but having heard the full album this evening in a single sitting, I find that her voice grates badly after half a dozen numbers. Then again, as Tina said last to me last night, "She's more Lulu than Dusty" (although Chig and I think she's more Carmel than Lulu - follow these links and you'll see what we mean) - and if you downgrade your expectations accordingly, then numbers like Mercy become a whole lot more palatable.

For when all's said and done, and despite my increasing aversion to retro-ism in 2000s pop (hell, anyone would think they were chasing the Fifty Quid Bloke market!), I really like Mercy, even somewhat despite myself. I've been earworming it literally all day, and it hasn't yet driven me bonkers, so that alone is a good sign - and hell, it's just good plain, tongue-in-cheek, gently chiding, finger-wagging FUN. With the added bonus of some totally hot Mod boys dancing on their own in the video, which can only help...

My votes: Abba - 5 points. Duffy - 4 points. Aqua - 3 points. Manfred Mann - 2 points. Kylie - 1 point.

Over to you, for the last time. This is the Big One, folks. I'll keep the voting open, for all selections, until midnight on Monday night. Have a great weekend! Sorry for rambling! I'm outta here!
Running totals so far - Number 1s.

1978: Take A Chance On Me - Abba (155)

Like an express train to the heart. Almost too perfect. (betty)

There isn't a single phrase of praise about this group or song I can think of that hasn't already been said. (asta)

There is no chance of objectivity or shocking revisionism when it comes to me and Abba. This record's genius is so easy to love because its art seems so carefree - which is never to be confused with "careless." The sudden explosion of frank emotionalism from the general subtly tantalising vocal delivery on Frida's part ("'cos you know I've GOT...") are the difference between living and existing and the thought of Agnetha and Frida amiably and simultaneously winking with their "I ain't gonna let ya" and "soon I'm gonna get ya" inspire thoughts in me which are inappropriate for a blog family audience. (Marcello Carlin)

The girls are singing the words that the boys want to hear, but it seems clear that these are boy's words, of vulnerability and patience and longing, the pitiful cajoling of the spurned. When she finally realises she's made a mistake, he'll have moved on to an inferior version and he'll be too polite to abandon her. I hear missed opportunities and unhappy relationships. With a disco beat. Probably the best song of the fifty. (imsodave)

I remember noting at the time that it was the best thing they’d ever done in my opinion, and although nowadays I’d give that palm to “Winner Takes It All”, this is still up there. (Remember a song called “I’m A Train” by Albert Hammond, father of one of The Strokes? – it sounds like Benny and Bjorn did.) The video shows that Agnetha is no great shakes as a dancer, but as I’ve said before in Another Place, was there ever a woman more beautiful than she was in the late 70s? (Easy? – who did your schoolmates think they were?!!) (Erithian)

Yadda yadda yadda classic. I was surprised how 2008 their clothes look! Of the fifty songs there are only ten I would wish to hear again, and only Abba would be in contention for my Top One Hundred (but even then it's not my favourite Abba song!) (Gert)

Used to hate Abba, but there's a great craftmanship behind its arrangement. (Simon)

Total closet Abba head. Will watch Muriel's Wedding repeatedly for the soundtrack and to hear Toni Colette say ABBA in that twisted Australian way she has. (jo)

No searing critique from me (so what's new). My very first musical memory is Abba winning the Eurovision song contest, and the first album that was bought for me was Abba's Greatest Hits vol 1. I'll always have a huge soft spot for them. Have they ever won a God-like genius award? (Sarah)

I played Take a Chance on Me two nights ago as I DJed for a friend's 30th (this being the number one when he was born). And, as a peek at my last.fm profile implies, the Swedes can get five points from me without breaking a sweat. (Will)

Despite being the Abba song that always reminds me most of French and Saunders' spoof it really is rather good. (NiC)

Despite rediscovering Abba slightly before the rest of the world in the early 90s, they've fallen from favour of late. I think it's time for me to re-rediscover them. (Adrian)

3 pts. Seems unkind to rate it in midfield but, well crafted as the arrangement is, it's by no means one of their better songs. (Z)

Abba have pretty much always left me entirely cold, but as I've got older I've come to appreciate their clinical pop genius. It's alright, but it still doesn't get me up and dancing. And I loathe Dancing Queen too. Sorry. I must be missing the Abba gene. Even I can't deny that this is clearly the classiest thing here though. (SwissToni)

Having moved from Bowie/Mott/Alice Cooper onto punk and metal, I was immune to Abba at the time and legally obliged to hate them. I think this gives the more mature me a far more objective view on them that most people who are viewing them through rosy nostalgia tinted spectacles, and I can recognise them for what they really were, which is a very average pop band with a few good tunes who lucked into capturing the zeitgeist of the times. This song is not unpleasant, but really a bit bland and dull, and that's as much as I can say for it. (Alan)

2008: Mercy - Duffy (113)

I love her voice and I enjoyed the song. It's a whole lot more classy than most chart-toppers are nowadays. (Z)

I think in time this will turn out to be a classic. My sort of music. (Tina)

Sorry. I. Love. Duffy. The voice, the retro vibe, the Dusty feel. The 60's girl group sound. I. Can't. Help. It. Tom Jones, Sterophonics, Shirley Bassey, Cerys Mathews, Bonnie Tyler...maybe I just like Welsh voices. (jo)

Damned original stuff, and one of the few modern number 1s we're still going to remember in ten years time. (diamond geezer)

This one is simply the best Number 1 for a long while, and good luck to her. Incidentally, when the New Amys (or rather the Channelling Dustys) have big hits I get a bit indignant on behalf of Candie Payne, whose voice is up there with theirs and whose songs have the edge, but who hasn’t had quite the promotional push. (Mike, I saw Carmel live back in the 80s and she was terrific.) (Erithian)

I wasn't sure about Duffy, but this track made me think that perhaps there is something in the hype. And whenever I've seen her perform live she's been amazing. (Oliver R)

I definitely like this. Lulu vocals, yes, but then in the background it's referencing Ben E King and The Doors, and putting all that together somehow it works fantastically well. (Alan)

This is a great song and given most other competition would be flying high at the top of my list. I'd never seen the video before though. What's with the flame-grilled dancer? (Sarah)

No she's not the next Amy. Amy's a better lyricist, and sings from the core of the genre. This song is from the 60s song book of R&B catch phrases. It's like somebody loaded up her Ipod with Ann Sexton, Peebles and Sharon Jones and said," write me a song from that". I see your Carmel and raise you a Marianne Rosenberg. But don't think I don't like this. I think it's terrific, in it's way. (asta)

I think she's more straight retro and less original than Amy and the arrangement is indeed a bit tame (more Lulu?) but it's still pretty good. (NiC)

It's not quite the authentic, dusty fingered soul classic that it purports to be, and it's not even as good as Rockferry, but it's solid and catchy and danceably laid-back. I'm surprised how nasal she sounds on this though. She's hardly Mahalia Jackson, is she? (imsodave)

Heard this on a radio in a doctor's waiting room last week without knowing what it was and was surprised to find I didn't mind it as much as I thought I did (or maybe that was because of all the Century 106 schlock around it). Straight up revision without progression, of course, but tellingly not produced by the terrible joy-sucking Bernard Butler but by someone who appears to have done nothing of note past album tracks for Natalie Imbruglia and Heather Small before this but appears to understand that instantaneousness was the key to great soul. (Simon)

Good, high quality work. Inventive, but I don't think it carries it all the way to the finishing line. (Simon C)

Hmm. A large part of me wants to cry out that this is simply trying too hard; that the song is too retro and ultimately too repetitive.... but I simply can't deny the power of that voice and the fact that this song has got hooks. I'm sure she'll get better material than this in her career, but this will probably do for starters. The Social is going to be a great place to see her, that's for sure. (SwissToni)

Looking forward to seeing her. The B side of the 7" suggests that there is a genuine soul girl there (and she's 22 for crissake - at 22 you think you've seen everything, and certainly have a right to sing the blues) I could listen to this more often than Kylie or Abba but it's not that memorable. (Dymbel)

There are hints of Motown in this. If I didn't know they were in order, I'd suspect it was the 60s track. It's reasonable enough, but not a classic by any stretch of the imagination. (Adrian)

I was feeling rather pleased about the fact that I'd realised that she was the new Carmel, and was going to drop that into the comment in a very smug and self satisfied way, only to find out that other people have got there instead. Harumph. Perhaps they should do a duet, compare bleached hair and black shift dresses, that sort of thing. This single isn't quite as bad as I would have expected after her appearance on Later last year. At least she didn't go to the Brits School. (betty)

The introductory Stand By Me meets Human Behaviour bedrock motif promises little and yes it sounds moderately enhancing, if not enchanting, but it sounds spliced together by committee and Duffy really needs to do some more living before we can begin to believe (in) her. That is, if her management will allow her to live. (Actually, the Duffy riff is "Time Of The Season" innit? Paging Mr Argent...) (Marcello Carlin)

The Duffy album is such a mixed bag. I first heard a 5 track sampler, which sounded pretty decent - but it now seems as though all the best songs were on it. "Warwick Avenue" is an attractive piece of work, which might make a good follow-up single, but then we have tedious non-songs like the one where tells us, over and over and over again, that she doesn't want to be a stepping stone. And bearing in mind his asset-stripping reductio ad tedium job on the third Sons & Daughters album, having Bernard Butler as your closest collaborator is nothing to shout about, either. (mike)

The Lambrettas to Amy Winehouse's Jam. (Nottingham's 'Mr Sex')

This is getting more and more play on Heart. It'll soon be played more than Valerie. Duffy will replace Sam Brown when she's kicked out of Jools Holland's big band in a few years. (Geoff)

Her voice really grates after half a dozen seconds. I ought to like this a helluva lot more, considering the classy support of inter alia McAlmont and Butler. I'd just rather it was David McAlmont on vocals. (Gert)

1968: The Mighty Quinn - Manfred Mann (100)

Possibly the second ever Number 1 I can remember from the time (the first being “Bonnie and Clyde”) and an instant time-travel back to growing up in Stretford, just down the road from an older lad called Stephen Morrissey. As Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, they were the first band I went to see live several years later. Of course drug references – “everybody’s gonna want a dose” and Anthony Quinn went right over my head, it was just a fun song and still is. (Erithian)

I've never understood what the lyrics are about for this, but I've always had a soft spot for this song. I'll give it the nod over Abba because I'd be less likely to skip it if iTunes chose it on party shuffle. (Adrian)

Slightly odd and silly but no sillier than singing about Yellow Submarines or Bullfrogs with names. (asta)

The slight oddity of it adds to its attraction. (Z)

The Mannfreds were always a blues rock outfit that had been shoehorned into a pop role. Their live performances were purportedly bizarre because they played in a much harder, rockier style that half the audience, who had only heard the singles, hated. They wanted to be like the Stones, but they were hamstrung by their record company who wanted a more commercial sound, and it's the reason Paul Jones couldn't take it any more and quit. This one, from the Mike D'Abo era, was one time that the rockier sound started edging its way into the singles, if only a little, and was deservedly their biggest hit. It's a stepping stone between singles chart fodder and the more innovative music that was being created elsewhere at the time, and any band who could take an obscure Dylan song and make the public think it was pop magic are always going to get the thumbs up from me. (Alan)

I will always say yes to MM, they are one of my faves. When husband first moved over and I was touring him around the states we spent a lot of time with Roaring Silence in the CD player. (jo)

It reminds me a little of a rotund footballer with a big moustache, but it's a great song isn't it? The production has dated a bit, but the song stands up okay I reckon. One point seems very harsh when this would have topped most of the other day's selections for me. Them's the breaks though, eh? (SwissToni)

Remarkable how these jazzbo rep reliables managed three number ones in the sixties when the Small Faces managed only one and the Who none at all, and even more remarkably this was the first Dylan-related (as composer) UK chart topper; all very affable and the "Eskimo" angle ensured some Junior Choice play even if the producers chose to turn their back on the subtext (if there be any, depending on whose memories you trust).

Oh, and if anyone wants to know where Spiritualized copped it all from, check out the two extremely scarce albums released by "Manfred Mann Chapter Three" after the pop Manfreds split in two; maybe if Jason Pierce had been doing the vocals instead of the rather wobbly Mike Hugg, these records would get proper props. (Marcello Carlin)

Very minor Dylan. I'm humungously fond of the Basement Tapes,which I have in every incaranation and play from time to time but not especially this version, though, yeah, full marks for making such a throwaway a pop hit. (Dymbel)

I didn't know any of the meta stuff. This exercise is quite interesting because if this song came on in the pub, I would be like, yeah, I know this, great song. But actually, it isn't, really. (Gert)

Just sounds a bit generic 60s novelty song to me. Can't summon up an opinion on this one. (Sarah)

People like songs they can hum and whistle, I suppose. Quite why they would then want to buy it in such numbers I have no idea. (imsodave)

Erm, it's the Generation Game theme tune, isn't it? Life, is the name of the game, and I want to play the game with you. The Eskimo version, obviously. (diamond geezer)

I'm sure they were mouthing "Mighty Quim" on TOTP the other week. (Geoff)

1988: I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue (90)

I hate to disagree with you, but this is bloody brilliant. It may be cheesy, it may be over-bubbly, but it's still perfect pop. And I'm not ashamed to replay it, over and over... (diamond geezer)

Ahhh...London '88, sparkling and new, Kylie in the original video (not the more famous and infinitely naffer second one) streaking through Melbourne in her open-topped car (the same one in which Morley takes his journey?) as if the world's opening up just for her, the Australian sun recreated in a gloomy studio in Warrington, the light, the hope, the promise, and no it wasn't Rick Astley sped up. Elegantly loving even if a little too aware of the pressures of mortality. (Marcello Carlin)

Love it. Classic. What's to be ashamed of? And how many costume changes? (NiC)

I Should Be So Lucky was a big hit when I was at primary school (for which I apologise), and I remember it being quite popular in the playground. The boys who liked it all ended up gay, of course - she had that effect even then... (Will)

When this was out I was just that bit too old for this to be anything other than terribly uncool. Now it's got a kind of quaint charm. (Adrian)

I dismissed this at the time, but I think it's held up pretty well. (Z)

Really hated this at the time. Repetitive, squeaky nonsense - but with the maturing of Kylie (and myself) I guess I've forgiven her a lot over the years. It's nowhere near as bad as my sneery teenage self believed 20 years ago. I was probably just hacked off that she had left Neighbours. (Sarah)

If your birthday had been a week later we’d have had the odd outcome (has it happened in Which Decade before?) of the same artist featuring in different decades, 20 years apart – as “Wow” entered the top ten last week. 20 years of hits, who’d’a thunk it? That first single wasn’t for me back in the day – wasn’t pitched at the likes of me in any case – but now both her and Jason’s opening singles exude all the healthy escapism of the soap that spawned them, along with SAW’s sense of just how to create a massive hit. (Mind you, listening to Kylie and Jason’s duet can actually rot your teeth.) (Erithian)

Now, it's a bit of a dog this song, but... I get the feeling they knew, and didn't care. There's a happiness and carelessness that is really endearing. (Simon C)

This is chirpy Kylie. I much prefer the more mature pouty, vampy Kylie. (asta)

I'm not a fan. Only like a handful of her songs. This has a certain yearning quality. No doubt it's a result of Pete Waterman deciding that the teenage demographic has to empathise with the words if they're going to buy the single. (betty)

It feels somewhat harsh to only give this a mere two points. I remember this affectionately for some reason, but I think that's bound up in how I feel about "Our" "Brave" Kylie than about the quality of the music. We've grown up with her, haven't we? Pretty generic SA&W nonsense really, isn't it? I'm not sure I can forgive the whole "Hair Hat" thing on the album cover, to be honest. (SwissToni)

I'm supposed to like NeighboursKylie, I know, but this hasn't got any better in the twenty years since we all stood smugly folding our arms and glowering. (Simon)

I don't like anything she's ever done, especially this. (Geoff)

It is really irritating isn't it. I can't say I cared for very much of the Stock Aiken Waterman stuff. This was amongst the best. NiC mentions French and Saunders spoof of Abba, but they also spoofed this. (Gert)

I don't get Kylie. At. All. Cute? Sure. Hot? Maybe. But all in all, useless. (jo)

No amount of redressing can disguise the fact that this is a turkey of the highest order. (imsodave)

Another artist I have never had any feel for in any of her various incarnations. She always seems to me like she spends her career playing catch up and being a cut-price version of whoever was popular six months ago. But worse still, I saw Pete Waterman interviewed on a show recently and he described himself and cohorts Stock and Aitken as "we were the real punks" which had the effect of making me loathe their collective output even more than I already did, which was quite a considerable amount to begin with. Engineered tripe of the worst kind, it's become a laughing stock of a song since and rightly so. (Alan)

1998: Doctor Jones - Aqua (67)

I do like aqua, it's what 'pop' is supposed to be, completely silly and with a "it's got a beat and you can dance to it" vibe. (Clair)

Surprisingly fresh ten years on considering how played to death it was at the time. (NiC)

I read an unbelievably po-faced review of "Barbie Girl" not so long ago, I think on the captions of one of those music channels that tried to take the piss out of the silly scandinavians.... apparently completely missing the point that they were taking the piss out of themselves far more effectively, and as they were at number one, the joke was on us. I actually like this. Harmless pop fun, and nothing wrong with that, eh? eh? (SwissToni)

Huge in Denmark. When Love with Arthur Lee were touring the UK, they had Danish roadies and a sound man who had worked on Aqua tours and were very positive about their professionalism and musicianship (I kid you not). (Tina)

AquaFact 1: I once saw the hunky guy, Rene I think, come out of a dry cleaner's in Copenhagen and jump into a black Ferrari with a big load of clean clothes. I never see celebrities, so found this pretty cool. AquaFact 2: A year or two later, some friends and I thought it would be a really great idea to go and see Aqua live (this was the era of irony, and we were its children). As I ordered (standing) tickets, everyone thought it very hilarious when I had to confirm to the ticket agent on the phone "yes, we are all over five feet tall". (Simon C)

3 pts. Now I have to confess something here, this isn't purely a musical decision. But I don't think it is possible to be. Aqua were a band who understood that in the modern era, the visual was equally important. Take away the video and there's nothing much here. With the video, however, it's brilliant kitschy fun and makes you grin from ear to ear. (Alan)

You could win a pub bet on this – the biggest selling single in the UK by a Scandinavian act was “Barbie Girl” and not anything by Abba. In the sales boom of late ’97 there were two huge hits with possibly the youngest target audience of any Number 1 ever – this and the Teletubbies – and although the follow-up was more listenable, it’s still out of its depth in ths company. (Erithian)

I prefer this one to Barbie Girl, which isn't saying much. The Bloke Out Of Aqua was the '90's Bloke Out Of The Sugarcubes. (betty)

Fun like bubble gum. Is bubble gum really fun though, or just annoying? (Geoff)

This is the 90s novelty group with surprise, surprise- novelty songs. Dr. (Indianna) Jones, isn't even as good as Barbie Girl, which at least could be thought of as biting social comment.

Not a patch on "Barbie Girl"; a rather hackneyed variant on the old Goodness Gracious Me/Dr Kiss Kiss/Doctor Love sex-as-medicine template, naff rather than "ironically great." (Marcello Carlin)

No fond memories of anything by Aqua. Were this later in the year, I'd assume it was the hangover from our yearly exodus to dodgy Mediterranean resorts...ugh! (Sarah)

The power of the tweenie market in full effect. Well and truly on the crest of the Barbie Girl wave here. Presumably they suffered a painful crushing death on the descent. Shame. (imsodave)

Music for shop mannequins to smile to. (diamond geezer)
Decade scores so far (after 9 days).
1 (2) The 1960s (32)
2 (1) The 1970s (30)
3 (3) The 2000s (27)
4 (4) The 1990s (25)
5 (5) The 1980s (21)

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? - Year 6 - the Number 2s.

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There's a quote somewhere in the Ian Gittins Top Of The Pops book - ah, here it is, page 71 - from Johnny Marr, talking about the special Christmas editions of the show:
"It was often a letdown, because the records I really liked tended to get to Number Eleven, not Number One. I would much rather have seen Mott The Hoople do All The Young Dudes than Don McLean singing bloody Vincent again."
I know exactly what he means by that. And having feasted your ears upon the motley crew which comprise our Number Twos (was a Which Decade selection ever more appropriately named?), I fancy that you will too. Hold yer noses! In we go!
1968: Cinderella Rockefella - Esther & Abi Ofarim. (video)
1978: Figaro - Brotherhood Of Man. (video)
1988: I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany. (video)
1998: All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys. (video)
2008: Rockstar - Nickelback. (video)
Listen to a short medley of all five songs.
I AM THE LADY
I MAKE THEM
VELVET IS MY SPECIALITY

(Sorry, a little Nottingham Textile Heritage In Joke there. The rest of you, please skip on by.)

Of all the songs in our 1968 Top 10, Esther & Abi Ofarim's novelty duet is the one that I remember the most vividly, doubtless because it was played on the radio shows that my parents were most likely to listen to. (I'm guessing Housewives' Choice and Family Favourites.)

There's period charm, I'll grant you (especially in the video clip) - and I'm always partial to bit of yodelling - but, ecch, maybe I'm just a jaded old grump, as this stopped putting a smile on my face a long time ago.

From one Eurovision act (Abi Ofarim represented Switzerland in 1963, as did Celine Dion in 1988) to another. Whereas Celine shoved Scott Fitzgerald into second place, the Brotherhood Of Man, as any fule kno, triumphed in 1976 with Relax Missus, I'm A P@3do! - and two years later, there was still mileage to be extracted from their Woolworths Own Brand Abba act.

Not content with distilling the loamy essence of Fernando (and the piano riff of Dancing Queen) into the milky piss-water of Angelo, the sheer paucity of creative vision at the heart of BOM enured that, in best dog-returning-to-its-own-vomit style, the formula could bear one more reduction. Adios, ill-starred Mexican shepherd boy! And hola, medallion-clanking scourge of the Costa de Sol!

Believe it or not, this was voted Best Single of 1978 by the viewers of the ITV children's show Magpie. Tsk, kids, eh? And we have the nerve to complain about bassline house on the bus?

(But I do still quite like the rising and falling bass vamp which underpins the chorus. There, I've said it. Fair and balanced, me.)

And just in case those two WEREN'T QUITE PERKY ENOUGH FOR YOU, heeeeeeeeere's Tiffany! Come on, ON YOUR FEET! And FLEX! And POINT! I'm not seeing enough SMILING FACES AT THE BACK!

Much as I loathed it at the time, snobby little hipster that I was, you simply couldn't keep a good song down - and I Think We're Alone Now, whether by Tiffany in 1988, or Lene Lovich in 1978, or The Rubinoos in 1977, or Tommy James and the Shondells in 1967, or indeed Girls Aloud in 2006 (and I can do interpretive movements to the Girls Aloud version, as demonstrated in a Brighton gay club last May, hem hem, ooh I can still show them youngsters a thing or two), is a great song. So much so, that even Tiff's generically tinny 1980s production job somehow ends up playing to the song's strengths.

(And before we move on, I must pay a fond tribute to my long-lost friend Nik's "alternative cabaret" version of this, as performed down the Old Vic on a Stop Clause 28 benefit night, which approached the song from the perspective of a pair of smug young marrieds. "We'll tear down the walls! And build an archway to the dining room!" Ah, 'twas class...)

A couple of days ago, commenter Jeff W said of Bomb The Bass: "If we could play one joker in any one round each year, this is probably where I'd play mine." Well, if I could play a joker in any one round, then it would be one that excused me from doing a blurb for one of the fifty songs - and the song in question would be this total waste of space from the Backstreet Boys.

Because, you see, there's some sort of protective override system in my brain which absolutely refuses to ingest production-line boy-band ballads of this nature. I must have played All I Have To Give a good half dozen times in the last couple of weeks, in an attempt to reach an informed opinion - and every goddammed time, my brain detuned after the first thirty seconds.

So, all I have to give is this. Firstly, that this is an early example of the sort of ghastly straining-on-the-potty pop vocal technique that would come to dominate the early-to-mid Noughties (Enrique, I'm looking at you) - and secondly, that Louis Walsh, having already bludgeoned us into submission with Boyzone, must have been taking careful notes for his next project...

And so, dear MP3 medley listeners - and dear God, hasn't this felt like the longest six and a quarter minutes in living memory? - to those unlikeliest of comeback kings: Nickelback, back in the Top 10 for the first time since 2003 with their, ahem, Wry Social Commentary.

For if you're the sort of person who derived profundity from Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) and an important history lesson from We Didn't Start The Fire, then I'm guessing that Rockstar is your idea of Wry Social Profundity. But hey, with major cultural figures in the video like Gene Simmons, Kid Rock, Nelly Furtado and Ted Nugent, they must be doing something right, yeah?

Sorry, readers. I don't know what's got into me this evening. Perhaps we should leave it there. I'll be Princess Fluffy again tomorrow, I promise.

My votes: Tiffany - 5 points. Esther & Abi Ofarim - 4 points. Nickelback - 3 points. Brotherhood Of Man - 2 points. Backstreet Boys - 1 point.

Over to you. I have suffered for my art, and now it's your turn. Don't all rush at once!
Running totals so far - Number 2s.

1988: I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany (147)

Ah yes. Pop genius, and following on from Debbie Gibson the other day, another of this year's wholesome 80s starlets who got'em out for Playboy. God love her. There's a great song in here underneath that production. It still sounds alright today, I reckon. (SwissToni)

Yay! I think this may actually be the best version of this song. (And before anyone says anything, this movie is not about me, OK?) (jeff w)

5 points, since out of this singularly sorry lot this is the only record which truly deserves any points. I liked the shopping mall marketing plan, though (and what was our equivalent in the UK of the late eighties? The late, lamented Don Estelle flogging his tapes and singing along to them in Arndale Centres up and down the land!), and she grasps the "children BEHAVE" motif in a way that Tommy James or the Rubinoos (being boys) wouldn't have been able to do. Harmless fun and an obvious number one, although the Tommy James original with its hesitant pauses of chirping crickets - what happened to the concept of spaces and silence in pop? - is overall architecturally and aesthetically better as a pop record. (Marcello Carlin)

The first version of 'I Think We're Alone Now' that I heard was by The Rubinoos and I still love their take on it, though I later acquired the fine original. (I always first think of Tommy James as 'Crimson and Clover' though, a key early record for me). I once named a short story after this song and, by implication, the mediocre Tiffany version is playing in the story's final paragraph, so I guess I owe her. (Dymbel)

Proof that good music transcends genre. You see, it has all the Eighties trademarks (except scratching) that have pissed me off throughout this exercise, but actually it is a good song. Not great, but almost certainly in my top five for this year's WD (which is damning with faint praise). I like her voice, especially the richness at the bottom of her range. Towards the top she's a bit of a poor person's Cyndi Lauper. (Gert)

Not a classic by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it's reasonably well produced and inoffensive. (Adrian)

Like you said, it’s very difficult to screw up with a song like this. (Erithian)

Really never imagined that I'd ever give this 5 points. No-one who knows me in real life comes here do they? A bit of remixing and this could be quite something actually. (NiC)

5 Points - solely on the grounds that it wasn't anything like as bad as I remember it. It's still pretty f**king bad though! (Alan)

5 points to Tiffany, and I never thought I would say that, as I've alwas thought it unbelievably naff, but compared to the rest of this lot, it's fantastic. (David)

Almost irresistibly catchy. Talking of comedy clubs, as Alan does below, I was in one of Nottingham's scuzziest last Friday night and they played this track - the hen party from Barnsley and the big group of blokes from Hucknall did jiggy to it all over the place - complete with imitation lurex microphone which all and sundry sang into. (Tina)

The song may have its moments, but I don't like her delivery at all. (Z)

1 point, because I've discovered she posed topless and I'm totally against that sort of thing. Oh, and it was a stinking pile of 80s turdiness. (Geoff)

1968: Cinderella Rockefella - Esther & Abi Ofarim (107)

5 points, because it reminds me of being tucked up in bed during one of my never ending childhood illnesses, feeling safe, secure, and best of all, listening to the radio because I'd had time off school. Plus, I'm still likely to start singing it when I'm drunk, so it *must* have a special place in my heart. Stands head and shoulders above the other four songs, gawd help 'em. (betty)

I've only got good memories of this. Genuinely strange and wonderful. Tiny Tim crossed with Lee Hazlewood. (Geoff)

Everyone I know, including my mum, still assumes this to have been a Eurovision entry, but no, that year's winner, even beating Mr Forever Guy Cliff into second place, was Spain's Massiel with the memorable "La La La" (although whoever wrote Andy Williams' "Happy Heart" obviously remembered it).

Still, it can't be under-emphasised that in a year when CBS were more prepared to put marketing resources behind Solomon King than the Zombies (can you believe that "Time Of The Season" was never a hit single in its native country?), that when the US number ones of '68 included not only the aforementioned Archie Bell & the Drells ("from Houston TEXAS!") and Hugh Masekela but the Rascals ("People Got To Be Free"), "Love Child" (top 20 only in Britain) and "Dock Of The Bay" (#3 in the UK), serious questions have to be raised in the house about the misleading (?) picture of music that the success of trifles like "Cinderella Rockafella" would seem to have indicated.

It is perhaps excusable in the light of the song's author, Mason Williams, also having a much better hit in the same year with "Classical Gas" (which sounds like a lost Forever Changes backing track), and the excellent work that Esther Ofarim has done elsewhere (see for instance "Any Day Now," her "guest" appearance on side one of Scott Walker's 'Til The Band Comes In), but really these 4 points are in Monopoly money. (Marcello Carlin)

They've chosen a direction and gone all out for it. In company like this such conviction, even if mis-placed, can lift you above the rest. (Adrian)

This amused me when I was fourteen, which allows me to give it a modicum of tolerance. (Z)

A fondly-remembered novelty rather than anything of great value (although their “One More Dance” had a haunting quality).(Erithian)

I don't like novelty records. I wonder who was buying the records back in the Sixties, because I don't see the chart being particularly Teens or even Twenties oriented. Unless young people were prematurely middle-aged. (Gert)

I really was hoping for a " Young Girl" or Baby Come Back" or even "Lady Madonna" but no, this is what we get. Another f*^#*ing novelty act. I really think it's got to be February. When we finish all the Februarys will you consider a comparison with July/August? Pretty please? (asta)

I always thought it was Mike Moran & Lynsey du Paul. (David)

Blimey. There's not enough yodelling in the charts nowadays, is there? **seconds pass** Ah, okay, now I'm bored of this. The joke isn't funny anymore. En Suivant! (SwissToni)

2008: Rockstar - Nickelback (103)

Hmm, you were praising with faint damns there, weren’t you Mike? I like this – not sure I’d ascribe profundity or wryness to it (and I hated “We Didn’t Start The Fire” as much as the next man) but it’s refreshing to hear a rock band intentionally sending up both itself and the "raaawwk" lifestyle. In the tradition of “Life’s Been Good” by Joe Walsh or Dr Hook’s early material (if you only know them for gloopy ballads try “Cover of the Rolling Stone”). And it’s still fun after it becomes familiar. Nice vid as well. (Erithian)

Just what is happening with the creepy voiceover stuff? Nickelback were never that good, but I was hoping they'd provide some guilty-pleasure-style respite. (Adrian)

Take your point, Erithian. It's not for me in any shape or form, but I can see that it's a reasonably accurate lampoon on an awful lot of people's fantasies of the rock star lifestyle - but they could have taken it so much further, so I can't help feeling that it's a waste of a decent premise. (Those creepy voice-overs that Adrian mentioned were provided by a member of ZZ Top, by the way.) (mike)

For the first few bars I thought 'not bad' but then I just fell asleep, it is so boring. An unusual reaction, if I don't like something, I still tend to react. (Gert)

I'm giving this 4 points? Oh sweet lord above. Now, the thing about this is that I'm absolutely convinced that although this is being seen as ironic, it was written with a perfectly straight face. Chad Kroeger has cut his hair. He has many cars. He is a rockstar (and is there any sadder an indictment of music than that?). I don't know about the hookers and the dealers and stuff, and I know he's canadian and all (sorry asta), but I'm prepared to take a wild guess that he didn't have to look very far for his inspiration. (SwissToni)

Should be number one for 26 weeks in a Bryan Adams way. Would have been in the 80s. And the 80s were great, weren't they? (Geoff)

I was in a comedy club a few weeks back, Tom Stade was headlining and because I was sat in the front (and because I look like, well, me) he naturally made me his buttmonkey for the night. And one of the first things he said was "I don't know anything about you, except that you smoke a lot of dope and like Nickelback." I really wanted to put him right on that second one. This is a band who started out by distilling everything that was great about bands like the Pixies, Nirvana, Soundgarden and the Smashing Pumkins, and then discarding that and using what was left over. Like I said with Rod Stewart, I'm a die-hard rocker from way back, and that's exactly why I don't like this. It isn't rock music, it's what someone who has had rock music described to them but has never actually heard it would create. (Alan)

With all the fabulously talented Canadian singer/songwriters out there, Nickelback is sitting in the number 2 spot? Outrageous. They've been recording the same paint-by-numbers song for seven years. Only the lyrics change. Oh lucky us, this one is a self-indulgent whine about MTV kids and rock star life. (asta)

Peter Robinson's recent piece in the Guardian Guide was the definitive study of Nickelback's true awfulness. Hey, even though he's a rock star who lives the rock star lifestyle, he's slagging off other people who want to be rock stars and live the rock star lifestyle! Way to go, dude! Gets three points because the singer is quite funny ... for a few seconds. (betty)

At least BoM have the decency to be bland and know it (I imagine). This is bland posing as rock. Begone. (Stereoboard)

Thank goodness for Duffy, eh? Otherwise this might have got to #1. I knew there must be some reason for her existence... (jeff w)

1 point, because they're Canadian and therefore should know much, much better. Because really I don't care whether it's supposed to be ironic or not. It's a lump of overspent Mothers' Pride bread blocking up the orchard of popular music development. I can't abide Duffy but I do applaud her for keeping this muck off the top. Now come down, dear, and give H(two)) a chance. (Marcello Carlin)

1978: Figaro - Brotherhood Of Man (65)

It could be down to the fact that I've got a bad headache, but I'm now imagining what Brotherhood Of Man's version of I Think We're Alone Now would sound like. Oh, and I can remember The Barron Knight's spoof version, which then leads me to remember The Barron Knights' Boney M send up There's A Dentist From Birmingham. It's terrible and I'm probably having some sort of meltdown. (betty)

Pure nostalgia. This was the very first pop record I bought, for 69p. Objectively, I have to say it is pretty bad, low-rent Abba, over-produced vocals blah de blah, but the tune is so etched on my mind, it has the comfort of the familiar. And now I'm freaked out that Betty's mentioned "Dentist in Birmingham", because I brought this into conversation today at work, sight unseen, as a follow-on from a discussion of the Wurzels (you had to be there) but I couldn't remember the name of the band so I googled it. (Gert)

I never liked Abba, so a second rate middle-class English imitation with mumsy looking women is quite painful. For some reason, watching the video made me think of Abigails Party. (Alan)

If you're going to rip off ABBA could you at least put some effort into it? God, a highschool production of Mamma Mia could outdo this. (asta)

oh crikey! Amateur hour. Bjorn Again are probably deeply offended by this. I don't even like Abba and I know I am. (SwissToni)

Motherhood of Bran, as we used to refer to them at school (why couldn't it have been the Brotherhood of Breath, my all time favourite band in any genre of music?), and this was a truly terrible number one in a chart which also contained "What Do I Get?" and "Shot By Both Sides" (now THERE would have been a top-of-the-chart battle worth following). The subtext here: watch out for all those greasy foreigners who'll steal your wife/your job/your house/swamped by alien culture &c. They were rightfully swept away one week later by the Harold Wilson to their Mike Yarwood (or, if you know your seventies Brit impressionists, the David Frost to their Peter Goodwright) - Abba. And if you think this was bad, what about the follow-up to "Save Your Kisses" - "My Sweet Rosalie" which seems to promote canophilia. (Marcello Carlin)

Yes, the horror that was "My Sweet Rosalie" - an earlier (and more metaphorically apposite!) example of BOM deploying the dog-returning-to-its-own-vomit, "if you thought the other one sucked, try sucking on THIS you suckers" trick. I am still scarred by the memory of their "Seventies medley" at the Royal Centre last year, in particular the segue from "Remember You're A Womble" (complete with GLOVE PUPPET) to "My Ding-A-Ling"... (mike)

3 points: Brotherhood Of Man. Because I like the sentiments behind the group's name. (Geoff)

1998: All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys (58)

I dislike "production-line boy-band ballads" as much as the next man, but the Brit and Irish variants are 10 times worse than this. the BBoys are dodgy singers but the arrangement is lovely and the song's OK; the melody in the chorus is pretty strong, actually. (jeff w)

I think you're being unfair here Mike, they're much better than Westlife. Mind you, so is having major bowel surgery without an anaesthetic. This is dull, bland and pointless, but it's not awful, hence the four points, because frankly everything else is. (Alan)

Aside from the half-strangled mimicking of Prince singing a ballad, they're not that bad. Let me be more precise- they're better than a lot of other boy bands. O Town anyone? (asta)

I can't believe that I'm placing this shit so high. Hmmm. There was a time when I was in Florida with a friend that every time I touched the radio dial, the Backstreet Boys came on with "I Want It That Way". Now, I didn't much like that song, but compared to this one, it's Ivor Novello winning stuff. Lazy, unimaginative tripe of the kind now cranked out by Westlife. You can see them standing up as the song cranks up for a big finish. Awful. (SwissToni)

Oh god, painting my numbers. You'd have thought, when he wobbles, they'd have gone for another take. (Gert)

Completely unmemorable. Louis Walsh must indeed have been taking notes. A real letdown if compared to the awesome Everybody (Backstreet's Back), the band's In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. (betty)

I wasn’t paying a great deal of attention to the charts at this period, but just the thought that this was an influence on the likes of W------e is enough to earn them a place in the bowels of hell. (Erithian)
Decade scores so far (after 8 days).
1 (2) The 1970s (29)
2 (1) The 1960s (29)
3 (3) The 2000s (24)
4 (4) The 1990s (23)
5 (5) The 1980s (16)

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Which Decade Is Tops For Pops? - Year 6 - the Number 3s.

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Le sigh. Once again, I am Homo Alone, with only the upstairs PC and a freshly poured glass of Valdivieso for company. K is in Copenhagen until Saturday, and has just loyally logged on, in the hope of finding today's selections and "cheering me up". Given his habitual hatred of the voting process, this takes loyalty to a new level, and so I do feel a bit bad for letting him down.

Shall we? Yes, we shall. Ladies and gentleman of the blog, it's the Number Threes!
1968: She Wears My Ring - Solomon King. (video)
1978: If I Had Words - Scott Fitzgerald & Yvonne Keeley with the St. Thomas More School Choir. (video)
1988: Tell It To My Heart - Taylor Dayne. (video)
1998: Never Ever - All Saints. (video)
2008: Now You're Gone - Basshunter. (video)
Listen to a short medley of all five songs.
Making Engelbert Humperdinck sound positively rock-and-roll by comparison, there's something disturbingly proprietorial about Solomon King's ode to wedded bliss, which conjures up images of a scene from an imagined 1980s "suburban noir" David Lynch movie. Can't you just picture this being crooned by a nitrous oxide-inhaling Dennis Hopper, while a caged, shackled, gagged Isabella Rossellini cowers behind him? I know I can.

Why, it's almost enough to make She Wears My Ring sound interesting... and on one level, the downright creepiest Which Decade entry since Billy J. Kramer's Little Children.

And speaking of little children: although, as I can now reveal, you have been spared the sound of the St Winifred's School Choir - backing Brian And Michael in pre-Grandma days, on pop music's other ode to L.S. Lowry (which didn't chart for another couple of weeks) - it is nevertheless my duty to inform you that the St. Thomas More School Choir have gamely stepped into the breach, with their contribution to Scott Fitzgerald and Yvonne Keely's reggae-fied vocal reworking of the Maestoso from Camille Saint-Saëns's Symphony No. 3 in C minor, Op. 78 (Gert, I hope you're impressed by my research).

(There, I swore I wasn't going to waste more than a sentence on that load of old toot. Scott Fitzgerald ended up doing Eurovision, you know. Surprised? No, I didn't think you would be.)

Although my "alternative" night down the Barracuda Club on Hurt's Yard ("A Polysexual Pink Playground for Lesbians Gay Men and their Friends!" ran one slogan; "An Equal Opportunities Dancefloor!" ran another) operated a strict NO HI-NRG! policy (the battle lines had been drawn, and one simply had to make a stand), we weren't above bending the rules to let in the odd disco diva or two... and they didn't come much odder (Wa-hey, I Am On Fire Tonight!) than the capaciously-gobbed and frankly bloody scary Taylor Dayne.

Although, like the depressing majority of our 1988 Top 10, this is fairly standard issue stuff, Taylor belts it out like a trouper (eventually receiving a Grammy nomination for her labours), and I cannot help but gaze fondly on - meaning that, unlike, Scott and Yvonne, she's worth, ooh, two sentences.

And at last, a touch of class. With lyrics inspired by the break-up of band member Shaznay Lewis's relationship, and with a chord progression borrowed from Amazing Grace (Scott and Yvonne please note: this is how you nick stuff and make it work), the second single from All Saints took a couple of months to climb to Number One, before taking an equally leisurely amount of time dropping back down again.

Despite the faintly comical spoken intro, which can't quite decide which side of the Atlantic it comes from, Never Ever oozes class from the moment that the main track kicks in. (And frankly, dear hearts, class is in rather short supply today.)

Right then, who's ready for some good old Swedish Schaffel-Bosh? Anyone? Come on, I need to see hands in the air.

Basshunter's Now You're Gone started life nearly two years ago, in a distinctly slower Swedish-language incarnation known as Boten Anna: a love song directed to an IRC bot, if you can countenance such a thing. (Or rather, to a woman whom Mister Basshunter mistook for an IRC bot. What's IRC? What's a bot? Oh, you go and look it up.)

If you think that all sounds quite quirky and interesting, then I'm afraid that none of it translates to the duller-than-dull English language version, which is to its Swedish original what the clunking 99 Red Balloons was to the delightful 99 Luftballons, and hence not worthy to lick the boots of the H "two" O track with which it shares a record label.

My votes: All Saints - 5 points. Taylor Dayne - 4 points. Basshunter - 3 points. Solomon King - 2 points. Scott & Yvonne - 1 point.

Over to you. Not the best bunch we've ever had, I'll grant you. A string of Fives all round for All Saints, then? Or are you all a bunch of closet Schaffel Boshers? The 1960s are back ahead again, but the 2000s could still catch up, at least in theory. Phone lines are open.... NOW!
Running totals so far - Number 3s.

1998: Never Ever - All Saints (149)

One of the greatest of number ones and the competition which the Spice Girls direly needed at the turn of '97/8; so patient a record, so effortlessly hip an approach (their Woody Allen-style hands-in-pockets/shrugging-shoulders routine), and the red alert sign for New Pop Mk II (Cameron McVey changes music for the third time in less than a decade) - a wonderful Shangri-Las in W11 intro (as Brit-born, Canadian-raised expats I think we can accommodate the Appletons' AC/DC accents - the magic lies in the accentual instability), a sublime shuffle of a pop song which turns into a near-gospel hymn at the end (that organ) without descending into Jools Holland worthiness and then SNAP! the beats break up and they become even hipper as the song fades. (Marcello Carlin)

5 points. Totally has to be, and not just because I’ve been mates with Melanie Blatt’s dad for 20 years or so. (Check out his book “Manchester United Ruined My Wife”, the Old Trafford answer to “Fever Pitch”.) Yes, it’s a little patchy with that spoken intro, but a deserved massive hit. Marcello will confirm it holds the record for the most copies sold before the week it reached number 1. (Erithian)

Confirmed - 770,000 copies sold before it topped the chart, and it ended up selling just short of one-and-a-half million. (Marcello Carlin)

This is how you do 'slow' without 'plod'. Quite what the formula for success here is I couldn't say, but the ladies stumbled on it here. (jeff w)

Well yes, there's really no choice but All Saints is there? Head and shoulders and pretty much all other parts above the rest of these selections. Never really liked them much, but this one was palatable and easily the best of their singles. Pity they chose to follow it up with their execrable wimpy cover of Under the Bridge. (Alan)

One of the best pop groups of the 90s who hardly put a foot wrong. They even made a silk purse out of a plodding Red Hot Chilli Peppers sow's ear. (Geoff)

Not as good as "Black Coffee" but an awful lot better than their cover of "Under the Bridge" and any of the rest of this motley selection. It's classy sounding, for heaven's sake, even if I seriously dislike the alternating pronunciation of Ay to Zee and Ay to Zed. (SwissToni)

The almost pseudo-Shangri-Las spoken intro is a bit dubious but once that's over it's pure pop genius (though very much a slow grower on me at the time I recall). (NiC)

Not even my favourite song by them, but gets the most points by default. Always had a soft spot for that wobbly thing Shaznay does with her vocals ... (betty)

Never ever have I ever liked this song. Clearly written by someone with a limited vocabulary. It's the sound of a toddler having a lazy tantrum. (imsodave)

When Shaznay sings: I'll take a shower, I will scour... am I the only one who pictures her cleaning under her arms with a green scouring pad and some fairy liquid? (Oliver R)

1988: Tell It To My Heart - Taylor Dayne (118)

Haven't heard this in years. It's held up better than I remember, and although it's not fantastic, it's easily top here. (Adrian)

Blistering vocal performance from TD and again a breakbeat which seems to skate right through the walls of Streathamm Ice Rink; furiously busy, completely 1988, as tinny as any Carnaby Street Acieed smiley T-shirts but it still feels exciting. I wonder if McCartney might want to have a word apropos "No Reply," though. (Marcello Carlin)

While I sit at home and say "ah yes, very fine specimen of 80s pop, that", sipping my wine, I know that if I somehow found myself at an 80s disco night and it came on, I'd be on my feet in seconds. (Simon C)

I certainly enjoy this more now than at the time. But enough about me. This is a cracker. Crackles and fizzes with sexual energy. Hang on, that's me again. The song is good. The best of a poor bunch today. I like it. Cheers. (imsodave)

I've always felt that this would be better without the tinny computer drumtrack; I'd like to hear it done as Rock Anthem, and I think her voice makes her a Rock Belter. It's not bad, but don't need it in my collection. (Gert)

My mother would have called her rough. We all thought she was scary. Song's nothing all that special- but better than the dregs to follow. (asta)

This drips testosterone, oddly. (SwissToni)

Is this where Stock Aitken & Waterman got that irritating keyboard sound from? Curse you, Taylor. (jeff w)

I assume she was a former backing singer for Foreigner or Toto. That's where she should've stayed. (betty)

2008: Now You're Gone - Basshunter (86)

As this genre goes, I find I can live with this track – effective use of the big beats, and it’s even got a tune you can whistle. Loses a point for deploying the old “chewed-up cassette tape” effect. (Erithian)

Went home to celebrate midsummer the right number of years ago for this to be The Song in Sweden at the time. Was horrified. Now I would say, well, fair enough. Untz untz fodder for the masses. (Simon C)

Formulaic... even when the beat kicks in it hasn't got any energy. (Adrian)

A sort of Bachman-Turner Overdrive to the Guess Who of the superb Swedish original. (Marcello Carlin)

Will have to have a listen to the Swedish version then. Doesn't really go anywhere, does it? Reminds me of Snap!'s Rhythm Is A Dancer, but nowhere near as good. (betty)

Not sure I agree with you about Nena, but this is clearly the most disastrous attempt to anglicise a eurohit since Las Ketchup. This did so well in the end, I'm sure 'Boten Anna' could have been a hit in its own right here. (jeff w)

Are you sure this is from the Noughties because it even has Eighties Big Hair and Sinclair Spectrum drum track. At least it doesn't scratch. (Gert)

This must have taken all of 1 minute to write. I bet Chris Moyles probably took longer writing his parody. Is that chorus bit meant to be euphoric? It fails and only serves to depress. (SwissToni)

Look at any edition of the Now series from the last fifteen years. They're packed full of garbage like this. I think it was existential philosopher-lover-poet Haddaway who said it best when he sang "What is love? Baby, don't hurt me". Alright? Quite. This nonsense is essentially just a ringtone. Basshunter indeed! We know where the f*cking bass is. It's all over this mess of a tune. (imsodave)

1978: If I Had Words - Scott Fitzgerald & Yvonne Keeley (80)

I do like this song. I liked it way back when I was 10. And I continue to like it, I think there is a very bright mood about it. I don't think the 'reggae' bit ever really came through a valved radio tuned to Medium Wave (although obviously, the Top 20 on Sunday did also go out on Radio 2 VHF). Someone on YouTube has made some comment about it not being shown on TOTP, and I have to admit I have always assumed the male singer was black. White men shouldn't sing falsetto. (Gert)

I have always liked it despite itself - better known these days for its use in the film Babe, I guess, but I like the fugal/spiritual construct, the French/reggae fusion which hasn't been properly followed through, and the bells at the end - undeniably corny, but as a 14-year-old boy with a doomed classmate crush it spoke directly to me. The missus heard it for the first time when Dale played it on Pick Of The Pops the other Sunday and she loved it! (Marcello Carlin)

Nice bit of cod reggae with a James Last feel. (Geoff)

A pleasant surprise after your build up. I do like cod-reggae in general though. (jeff w)