As a fan of manufactured bands real and not-so-real, I’ve always been fascinated by the existence of Josie and the Pussycats. Their outfits seem oddly risqué for the sixties, and their bubblegum pop prefaces the teen idols of today in ways both sublime and horrific. Of course, their live-action movie outing was a little bit less pleasant, and the soundtrack album is pretty much the epitome of soulless corporate rock, and is one of a rare few albums that I wish I’d never bought. Given that I bought and enjoyed the soundtrack to ‘Mortal Kombat’ (the video game, not the movie, mind you) featuring such transcendent hits as “Chinese Ninja Warrior”, dedicated to Sub-Zero, that’s a pretty tall order. (Also, my friend Takashi would like for you to know that there is no such thing as a Chinese ninja.) Of course, my collection includes the Monkees album where it’s just Micky and Davy and they aren’t speaking to one another, as well, which suddenly begs a query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) generally doesn’t like to play the negative side of the spectrum, as there’s an entire internet for that, but can occasionally make an exception, asking: What single ALBUM (in the sense of a collection of recordings, not necessary on vinyl) would you, given the ability, completely erase from space and time?
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Whatever Billy Ray Cyrus album “Achy Breaky Heart” is on. Nobody ever needs to be subjected to the horrors of that song ever again. I am truly convinced that song, if heard by an extraterrestrial species, will cause a war to break out for subjecting them to the torture that is that song.
I will also add that I loathe that song so much that I cannot even listen to the Weird Al parody of it even though I love practically everything else Weird Al does (yes, that includes “UHF”).
The Monkee’s second album, More of the Monkees. Even the band members say it is the worst album in history
Bah, Mr. Peterson. Kay Hanley is one of the absolute gems of obscure chick pop in the 90s and 00s, and the addition of Bif Naked and Matthew sweet makes the BTS Pussycats a incredibly catchy, fun and yet (as usual) overlooked collection of songs. Ok … minus the crappy covers, which is unusual for Hanley. The movie hardly falls short of its source material. It’s a lesser Kaplan/Elfont romp, but it’s clever and self aware for days. Fie upon you! Fie!