The Bee Gees

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The Hee Bee Gee Bees

Last night I was amusing myself by watching some old stuff from ‘Top of the Pops’, when on they came. The Gibb boys, aka The Bee Gees.

It was an unwanted reminder of latterly how much I came to dislike and be irritated by these guys. I say ‘latterly’ because early in their career, they did some decent stuff like ‘New York Mining Disaster’ and ‘Massachusetts’.

But then they must have met with some form of weird collective accident, and they started singing as though they’d each got their privates trapped in a mangle. That horrible falsetto sound was, for me, like nails down a blackboard. It was so affected. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they added that tremulous, breathy ‘ha ha ha ha’ effect, which just made them insufferable;

YouTube Link One

Okay, I know that they were hugely popular, and shifted records by the cartload. Yer pays yer money… It’s just to me, they sounded like a collection of neutered tom cats. Need any more proof? Take it away lads;

YouTube Link Two

Pile of old pony.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

94 thoughts on “The Bee Gees”

  2. With only Bazza left, I am inclined to give this combo a pass, now. Although, I am not sure I will accord the same courtesy to ‘The Beatles’ once Ringo has shuffled off!

    Personally, I much preferred Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and Minnie Riperton for ear-splitting entertainment.

  4. Their 60s stuff was pretty decent.

    I Can’t See Nobody,World, To Love Somebody, Odessa and the still amazing I Started A Joke. Robin was probaly the most gifted out of the brothers.

    Then came the 70s. and the Gibbs – especially Barry – sounded like their knackers were in a clothes mangle. And the whole Saturday Night Fever ‘phenomenon’ was both ubiqutous and tiresome. Needless to say, a huge backlash ensued. And there was the musical crime that was the ‘Guilty’ album by Barry Gibb and Barbara Streisand.

    I still remember the Kenny Everett Bee Gees sketch.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_hj1KyR1nI

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_hj1KyR1nI

    • The fact that you have to tell us it’s a safe pic speaks volumes.

      Nice Lotus Elite though.

      • I know it says Elite on the pic, but I’d bet my cliff Richard LPs that it’s a Europa. Same model that George best had.

      • You’re right.

        I shall hang my head in automotive history shame.

        You can keep the Cliff Richard LPs too.

  8. Epitome of everything I hate in music.
    Fucking trilling high note Cunts!
    Leave the singing like girls to girls sez I.

  9. Never mind Ron, not much chance of a reunion here, with only one Bee Gee still Staying Alive.

    • He could technically re-union with himself, m`lud; they were once known as Les Tosseurs [ibid, via a link].
      🥒

  10. What a load of cobblers that Saturday night fever crap was, all I remember is if any cunt danced like that in disco’s I went to they would have got a slap…!

    • 1. Brother band singing like homosexuals
      2. Greaseballs in a dancing comp
      3. Disco

      Not alot to love about the movie really apart from travolta calling his woman a cunt.

      • John Revolting is a right cunt.
        Mad as box of baboons scientologist tosser.

        Also – I’ve heard – an alleged closet botty basher.
        Must have been, if he didn’t try to jump Olivia Newton John

  11. ‘You win again’ is one of my all time favourite songs. Didn’t like their screeching disco shit but would take it over the dreadful rubbish that today’s so called singers churn out. Oh and sorry to disagree with you Norman, but I think Bab’s ‘Guilty’ album is great. 😁

    • My mum was a big fan, Jill. She loved thar ‘Woman In Love’ single.
      The 12′ of ‘You Win Again’ was quite interesting. A ‘Strawberry Fields’ type mellotron, and the ‘There’s no life on Earth’ line repeated over and over.

  14. Their original band name was Les Tossers.
    That about summed up these toothy, ugly cunts.

    No teenage girl had a poster of these cunts on her wall.

    I preferred Alvin and the Chipmunks.

  15. To Love Somebody was a classic.
    They werent my cup of tea generally but compare them to today’s dross.

    • They were very good songwriters.

      It was their latter ‘Saturday Night Fever’ vocal style that drove me up the wall.

      Well, the wife, who’s currently reading over my shoulder, just remarked ‘funny, I always thought you loved your Saturday Night Beaver’.

      You can take the girl out of Scotland…

  16. GAH, half of you should be serving in Adolf’s Starmer’s cabinet. Happy days indeed getting top bollocks in the pictures with girlfriend at the time. Happier simpler times. FFS to be taken light heartedly. Not taking a go at anyone.

    Good music IMHO.

  18. Always thought their pants contained some kind of pneumatic device which was programmed to inflate and deflate in time with the song. Nuts crushed by rubber bollock holder high notes and wide eyes air released baritone and cheesy grin. Those valves would have been mechanical masterpiece. The air in would probably be some sort of hammer operated valve for speed venting by way of pressure operated valve. This set up could also be used for diddlers especially of the swarthy kind. Add remote control which could be hired out part of the money going to charity voila!

    • You are the inventor of Grace brothers’ inflatable tit hammock and I claim my £5

  19. I hated these Disco cunts so much I wanted to see them dancing on the Brothers Gibbet.

  20. The younger Gibb Brother, Andy, was a top fanny magnet in the late 70s.
    Shagged a Dallas-era Victoria Principal for a start.

    Andy also has Marie Osmond and Susan George. Jammy little cunt, he was.

  22. I can imagine Mandy reforming that band with Chris Bryant and Wes Streeting – they would sound identical.

  23. They are a poor persons nails down a blackboard castrato. A true castrato underwent castration before puberty.

  24. From the group that either got their balls crushed in a vice. (All at the same time perhaps) A parental punishment, for being naughty boys. Or they just wore tight underwear.

  25. “stayin aliiiiive!”

    nope 2 of you are brown bread.

    you have to watch these musical cunts you know.

  26. I remember as a punk, it was verboten to like disco or the toothsome brothers BeeGee.

    Therefore I fuckin love them.

    Even the one that looks like a escaped testicle.

    I croak along in my out of tune baritone, blending seemlessly with their lovely falsetto.

    Id like to of been a Gibb brother.
    But my teeth are rotten.☹️

  28. CUNTFLASH. We interrupt this cunting with the welcome news that with immediate effect Jermaine Jenas (📦✅) has been sacked from The One Show for ‘inappropriate behaviour’. Let’s hope he gets the boot from MOTD as well. Lineker too.

  29. Not my music though I hold no strong opinion. I do remember friends of mine met them in the airport and remarked what nice unaffected guys they were, happy to chat with the hoi polloi unlike so many celebs.

    • Robin sat next to us in a lounge at Heathrow he came across as a lovely bloke not up himself at all. One of the prime movers to get the bomber command memorial built his name is on the side of it.

  30. Fuck em, I liked them better when i believed they were Australians and were acting like gay bait to scam Americans.

    • They’re mancs aren’t they?
      Originally like.

      One of them bit you you’d bleed out.
      Like someone using a chainsaw on you.

      A dentists dream.

      Get some overtime in!!

      • They were Manx not Mancs, they moved to Manchester and that was enough to encourage them to fuck off too Oz where they transitioned into the serial killers of music they became.

        The fashion sense might have been influenced by Mancunians possibly.

        Those teeth were obviously display only, any sort of conflict would have been overly expensive at the dentist.

        https://youtu.be/Invc4F6J_kQ?feature=shared

      • When they lived in Chortlon, the brothers were often in trouble with the law.

        The Gibb family moved to Australia because their lads were always up to no good and gettng done by the local cozzers. Straight up.

      • And when Robin split from the other two in 1969, he said their faher – Hugh Gibb – would need ‘concrete boots’ if he interfered.

    • Why were the police always after them?. Were they doing a “Charles Lynton” round the public lavatories? – with those poofy voices it wouldn’t surprise me.

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