If classical music defined a century or part of a century, popular music defined decades or parts of decades and I did read yet again that the music died in the 90s. I’d pinpoint it around 1997, somewhere there, when it ceased being real and became overproduced and autotuned, with obligatory adenoidal negress howling, en masse, talent hardly mattering any more.
The 80s were a musical blur for me due to work and family, the only group I remember being the Bangles but I do remember the new aggression from females out for all they could get and it was being fuelled by Them.
The end of the 80s saw almost all songs having to use this world rap structure, from MC Hammer to Betty Boo to the boy bands like Take That 1989, Backstreet Boys 1993. I for one despaired that it would ever break out of this but there were things going on – Radiohead, Nirvana, metal, Blur 1988, Oasis 1991 … and then those appalling girl bands – Spice Girls 1994, through to Girls Aloud in the early 2000s. I saw one of their song clips and it was bad, really bad.
It was also splitting into genres because I was back in education and listening to what the kids listened to, including indie bands such as three of those below, there was Pulp, it the last attempt at real creativity but by the mid 90s, you could hear it slipping away as men became SNAGs and females became appalling. This was one of the last gasp attempts at originality:
This mainstream song below has to be included because it had such a massive effect – the thing is catchy and danceable, it was on the whole time it seemed but as someone wrote – it was presenting a new world music where tables were now turned and the female was screwing around with anyone and it was fine, quite ok.
If males were lost sometime around the Sex Pistols in the 70s, females were becoming what they are today around about this song onwards – they’d been acquisitive and vacuous since the 60s but now there was this added aggression and sexual skankiness – the days of fathers watching out for daughters long gone. The pool of worthwhile females was rapidly diminishing.
Hope Sanderval was drugged out, with little fidelity but at least she tried to create some sort of good music, although the lyrics yet again were directly denying any form of commitment by any female – everything was me me me. Television had gone past a point of no return with the advent of this ‘reality’ thing, the sex on film was now real, you’ll recall females could only be put in films which were kickbutt, society had lost it, especially in serials on TV.
This below was a rearguard action by an indie band which still wanted to make its own music but in the 2000s, after this, the music well and truly died. When some Sheeran character becomes a megastar, you know it’s gone.