First, one little Australia Day gripe: Leo Sayer. All the stories about the citizenship test being prohibitively difficult are clearly wildly exaggerated. Surely, for the sake of national integrity, in amongst all the Don Bradman questions (eye colour? cat or dog man?) should be a question that goes, did you ever release a string of really crappy and annoying pop songs?
Yes means no.
Remember that Sayer once put out a song with a chorus that went: ‘Wo-ooo wo-ooo yay-ee yay-ee/ I love you more than I can say-ee’.
Of course, Australians made it a hit. Jeez, maybe we deserve the guy.
Moving on, we now have the Triple J Top 10. I'm just about speechless at how lame some of those songs are. It's a case of everything old is new again … and yet still really old.
I mean, Kings of Leon – could they be any more retro? They started at about 1974, and with Sex on Fire they're up to about 1982. I guess that’s reasonable progress over five years.
But talk about songwriting by numbers. Sex on Fire recycles the rock reggae groove of The Clash for its intro, before descending into one part U2, two parts Bryan Adams, and five parts tedium. And this is number one?
Use Somebody is even worse. It’s as vapid as pop music gets - plodding, unimaginative, and boring. And the lyrics! 'I could use somebody/ someone like you and all you know and all you speak'. Then something about lovers and covers. Moon and June, too, probably.
Everyone goes on about that ‘soulful voice’, but it just sounds overwrought to me. It’s kind of like … Michael Bolton.
And yet Kings of Leon got first and third place.
As for The Presets, give them effeminate mullets and they wouldn’t be out of place on the Countdown re-runs the ABC shows late on weekends. The synth-pop of the early Eighties is best left very far behind, surely. Do we really need to hear Flock of Seagulls again?
The Presets also got two songs in the Top 10!
Worst of all, there’s not a single song in there by The Drones – the best Australian band of 2008, by far.
But then, it took 10 years for Augie March to get some real, popular recognition (before disappointing everybody with Watch Me Disappear). I’m not holding my breath for The Drones.