Worst Music of All-Time


What is the suckiest, pots and pans clanging together, cat in heat, fingernail scratching on the chalkboard noise you have ever heard? To me it has to be all that MTV promoted, yo-yo-yo, B-boy pop music that seems to consume the airwaves, magazines, and television time. And by all means feel free to bash particular artists, I like that too. Example: You could find more musical talent in the restroom of a trailer park chili feed than on a Puff Daddy album. Not too far off, huh?
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Too many to mention and life is short enough trying to find the really good music and recordings. I can think of one though on Chesky that really pissed me off because one of Stereophile's yahoo music reviewers, can't remember who and don't want to, recommended it (early 90's), I stopped buying recommended Chesky recordings after this one. They have some real dogs. The dude's name is Kenny Rankin and the album is "Because of You" his phrasing sucks, his interpretations suck, and last but far from least his voice really sucks. I have truly heard much better singing in a Karioke bar by guys three sheet's to the wind, myself included. I play it on occasion to demonstrate "image focus, depth and soundstaging" of the system but no one cares "TURN IT OFF G DAMM IT! . I better stop now, I'm starting to get peed all over again.
Chesky also has some very good music, want to make it clear that not all of them are bad. Watch out for their original artists, the ones that no other label will take. I suspect Rankin is a rich kid that probably PAID Chesky to make the recording, its gotta be the only explanation.
Worst individual track ever: "Mommy, Can I Still Call Him Daddy?" by Dottie West. It's available on CD, although I have the equally shameful LP (higher fidelity lousiness). This song is spectacularly, staggeringly bad. Worth buying as a torture track for those guests that just won't leave. Even my dog hates it. Close runner-up: Ewok Celebration, by Meco.
Saw a Rock-u-mentary on Styx last night. Geeez did they do some awful stuff. Lady. Babe. Mr. Roboto. Someone on the film described it as a "parking lot full of whale vomit". I'd be inclined to agree.
Disco. Anything coming from my 12 year old daughter's cd collection. (Damn those hollow doors.) Also see post "Best Heavy Metal Band" for a list. (Music to kill by. We heard lots of that when I was a paratrooper at Ft. Bragg...gets you in the mood for that line of work.) Oh, and I'd like to choke that Immenem SOB, myself.