Shocked that there’s been no love for Thom Yorke of Radiohead. An asthmatic schnauzer could remain on key better than he can.
Colin Melloy of the Decemberists. I like the Decemberists, but that weird affectation that he sings with gets old really quick.
I don’t know if it’s the music or the voice but Jon Anderson (of Yes) is an abomination to my ears.
Muse. I actually like their music, but can only take it in small doses because of the lead singer.
Jigsaw. I didn’t even know this band ever excited until recently, but they play them multiple times a day at my work. Imagine a mix between a shitty disco band and a shitty soft rock band and you have Jigsaw.
David Lee Roth (in the Eighties). Oh, dear God, every time he does that breathy/shrieky thing he apparently thinks is the sexiest thing on Earth, I want to shove an icepick through his shrieky little throat.
He’s the only singer I can think of where I literally change the channel/turn off the radio if he comes on.
Ugh.
Absolutely with you on Ed Sheeran; and I’ll throw in Coldplay for good measure. It’s not so much that they’re flat-out awful, it’s the combination of their being insipid and unavoidable that drives me mad. Poster boys for mediocracy that you just can’t get away from.
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I found an album of Breton folk music, was reminded of Alain Stivell (who is wonderful), and bought it.
I could not make it through even half the disc. I shut it off and never went back. The singer was Yann-Fañch Kemener. His voice was thin, scratchy, warbly, and extremely reedy. Accompanied by bombard and bagpipes, that was altogether too much intense reediness for my ears.
I’ve been to Brittany, I liked the culture, even the bombard music, I danced at fest-noz and had a great time. I hate to bust on Kemener; he was out gay, he’s dead, and he’s revered by the Breton people. But that voice was impossible for me, sorry.
Why do I have to shove hot rusty screwdrivers in MY ears? Can’t I shove them in the horrible musicians’ ears?
That Phil Collins song ( I had to look it up ) ‘In The Air Tonight’.
Familiar to the point of contempt in the 1980s, it seemed to be a favorite of radio stations specializing in corporate rock. The DJ could play it and then go home to eat lunch while it played.
What a mind numbing bore-fest.
For clarity’s sake-- this is not like in the 1812 Overture. The bombarde is a Breton double-reed wind instrument. It sounds like oboe crossed with trumpet.
Ha, that’s obscure, but I know exactly who you mean and I feel the same. It’s a pity, as the songs themselves are really good.
Or better yet, their vocal cords.
Also nominating a lot Michael McDonald’s stuff.
Panic! at the Disco, especially that damnable “High High Hopes” song.
But he’s got such a long way to go.
And that’s the insidious part, isn’t it? You’re listening to Christopher Cross and …wait a minute! Plus Kenny Loggins, Patti Labelle, Steely Dan and others: the music industry obviously didn’t read my memo.
^ You had to have seen SCTV’s McDonald spoof. If not, here it is!
You think 2020 is bad, Christopher Cross has 5 Grammys and an Oscar.
Can you buy them on eBay, yet? 
I love his Arthur 