About to die of leukemia, in the English version, if the inspiration story is accurate.
Hey, Soul Sister
Anything by Dave Grohl
And…
What a strange, wonderful description of how that sounds.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: Because I love You (The Postman Song) by Stevie B. Horrible in its own right, I swear he recorded his vocal track sans accompaniment and then put instruments on top. It’s the only way to explain his pitch drift and timing miscues.
Hotel California. Yes, I know I’m swimming upstream here, but oh, how I would like to take a mallet to that song. Those awful 70s songs (Seasons in the Sun, You Light Up My Life, MacArthur Park, etc) don’t get much play anymore, but Hotel California pops up everywhere, as if the universe derives perverse pleasure in shoving this dreck in my ears.
Another song in which that may have been done was “There Goes My Baby” by The Drifters. It has dreadful sound quality (seemingly recorded in a giant bathtub) and off-key singing (the bass singer memorably flubs a low note at the beginning of the song). One of the Ertegun brothers who owned Atlantic Records at the time was appalled and wanted to re-record it, but was convinced to release the record and it became a big hit.
I never did get why so many people went so apeshit for this song and the album itself. One detail of this sing that irked me was the vocalist seemed to sing with a strange affectation; as if trying to sound like he was singing in Spanish accented English.
Warming up the hydrogen bombs for…
“Babe” by Styx. No. Just no.
I saw a comic, maybe in National Lampoon…a pianist has a brandy snifter for tips on the baby grand. The sign says, “Requests $1. ‘Feelings’ $500.”
Ironically if I had to pick one song from Aja to take a mallet to it might be Black Cow. Although I might instead pick Home at Last due to its odd combination of saccharine and pretentiousness, it at least does something different from the rest of the songs, as opposed to Black Cow which isn’t bad per se but doesn’t explore more territory than the rest of the album’s better tracks.
One dry heaves worthy memory was in high school when hearing of some people who were going to attend a Styx concert. One of the girls going was telling some her girl friends ( while near clutching her heart ) “Ohh…I just heard ‘Babe’ on the radio…I’m so psyched!!!”, with her friends swooning.
I have no idea why I hate it so much, but that could definitely be a part of it. I can’t think about it often because every time I do it takes me days to shake the earwig that causes.
Not a song per se, but many derivative dance/remix/instrumental/club mix versions of decent original songs. Unsure how many terrible versions of Destination Calabria exist. Enough to fill a small stadium?
Cher: Believe
stop, just stop.
A related song that stinks is the new turd crapped out by Kid Rock. I won’t link to this abomination, but if you are curious, it is called Don’t Tell Me How to Live.
Top two comments on the music video:
Kid Rock is a set of truck nuts come to life.
This is the kind of song you listen to while you’re using a monster energy drink can as a flesh light
And then take that mallet to every crappy song that uses the same awful, auto-tuned, robot-voice -sounding garbage as well.
Streetlights people, Livin’ just to find emotion
Only the Joni Mitchell version is decent. The rest can go away.
Same with Santa Baby, it is Eartha or no one.
Yeah, I kinda like that song… but not too often, if you get my drift.
Yeah, I hate that song.
Horrible.
Oh, Frick, that’s funny.
It is hilarious, but also one of the most accurate descriptions I could ever think of for him.
DrDeth is correct.
Did I really say that? 
You’re as cold as ice
You’re willing to sacrifice our love
You want paradise
But someday you’ll pay the price
Ugh. Foreigner was a chronic offender.