Slim Shady’s song My name is annoyed the hell out of me. So headache inducing…makes me want to take a puppy upper or perhaps a doggie downer just thinking about it. I don’t know why. Perhaps the repetition. That guy’s voice really makes me feel that the government should short circuit the voice boxes of certain people. It doesn’t make me feel phsyically nauseous (well not ALL the time), but it just makes me sort of wonder about the pointlessness of life, and the meaningless of time, and all.
Oh yeah, and “Angie” does a number on the immune system too. I mean, I love the Rolling Stones and all, but this one song just makes me shudder.
In some of their shows in the 80’s, The Swans were putting out volume in the range of 125 to 140 measured decibels, most of it bass. If the amps didn’t blow or the club circuits didn’t trip, this would go on for a couple of hours. In one infamous show held in Europe, half the PA was stacked up front and half in the back of the club, effectively surrounding the audience with a bowel-loosening sonic onslaught. There were reports from the period that some people would indeed become nauseous, with all the attendant side affects.
As far as me personally, Midnight At The Oasis is the only song which makes queasy. It is the worst piece of art ever created.
Years ago, while on a family road trip, my youngest sister threw up in the car. The rest of us attribute this to motion sickness aggravated by the windy Ozark mountain road we were travelling on, but she claims that it was because my other sister and I were singing.
I can’t for the life of me remember what song it was, though.
I love Diamanda. She is an acquired taste though. Back when I was a college DJ ('86-ish), I played one of her tracks and set a personal record for calls asking “What the f#@& is that?”. I still love the mix Reznor did of Jane’s Addiction Ted, Just Admit It with Diamanda’a version of I Put a Spell on You off the Natural Born Killers soundtrack.
Anything by Elton John…Like the Stones’ Keith Richard said: “Great, another song about a dead blond.” Candle in the Wind? Candle up his ass is more like it…the fudge packer!
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Ill? None. Fearful? “I Love to Laugh” from MARY POPPINS. Truly. That freakin’ song TERRIFIED me as a toddler. Even now, I hear it and get a ghost of a shiver.
Another with a violent reaction (rage) is “Undercover Angel”. My little sister was playing it on her record player with the tone arm off so it would repeat…and repeat…and repeat… and the little imp fell asleep! After 97 repetitions of this drek I got up (at 2 AM) and was headed to her bedroom to kill her. (un)fortunately, my father intercepted me. I still go into a violent rage when I hear that song.