IsAC aficionados may possibly recall previous occasions when I’ve had a go at some ‘category’ of song which has pissed me off. I’ll have heard ‘Yesterday’ or ‘My Way’ on the radio, and gone off on one about ‘done to death’ songs. ‘Release Me’ will get me ranting about boring songs. ‘Honey’ or ‘Escape (the Pina fucking Colada Song)’ will start my motor running on the subject of nauseating or irritating songs.

Well today I added a new category to my ‘hate’ list collection; depressing songs. I was doing a bit of decorating in the kitchen, and an ‘oldies’ channel was belting them out; the Fabs, the Four Tops, Fleetwood Mac… great stuff. Then flaming arseholes, on came this right old pile of cunt; ‘in the year 6565 won’t need no husband won’t need no wife, pick your son and your daughter too, from the bottom of a long glass tube woe woe’.

Woe woe indeed. It was an effort called ‘In The Year 2525’ by a couple of cunts named Zager and Evans, which got to no.1 in 1969 I think. The wife, who was making coffee, did her Nan Taylor impersonation and opined “what a depressing load of old shit!”.

Indeed. Which begs the question, who forked out good money to listen to such a morbid sack of cack? Naturally this got us started on other miserablist tunes which have dampened our enthusiasm over the years. “Sinead O’Connor, ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’ ” said the wife. “Or what about Clapton’s ‘Tears In Heaven’, or ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’ by Leonard Cohen? In fact, just about anything by Leonard Cohen…”.

I quickly added ‘Alone Again (Naturally)’ from Gilbert O’Sullivan. Who could resist such inspiring lyrics as ‘I promise myself to treat myself and visit a nearby tower, and climbing to the top, will throw myself off…’. Or what about Michael Andrews’ heart-warming rendition of ‘Mad World’, you know, ‘the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had’. Wasn’t that a Christmas no.1, along with that seasonally uplifting ditty ‘Another Brick In The Wall’ from Pink Floyd?

“Don’t forget The Verve’s ‘the drugs don’t work they just make you worse’ ” chimed in the missus again. “Oh, and ‘Mother Of Mine’ from that twat Neil Reid, and ‘I wasn’t there when my father passed away, I didn’t get to tell him all the things I had to say’. Mike and the bloody Mechanics”.

And on it went, listing all those songs which when played, can suck all the warmth and joy out of the sunniest summer day. I think we came up with enough choices to get us well on the way to a ‘Now That’s What I Call Depressing Music’ compilation.

So fellow cunters, if there’s a song which makes you want to lie in a warm bath and open a vein when you hear it, please feel free to add it to the collection. The more the merrier, and with a bit of luck, we could get it into the shops in time for Christmas…

Nominated by: Ron Knee