I've made worse. Seriously. While going through my father's storage unit I found the performance of my High School band that had been committed to vinyl by a 'community record company'. I had just been called into duty to play the oboe, a difficult instrument requiring keeping high pressure behind the lips to make its double-reed work. I'd had my tonsils and adenoids removed the previous summer and attempts to keep the pressure up tended to leak out of my nose with a faint hiss. I was consistently more than a quarter tone flat, yet, keeping to the usual tradition of concert bands, the rest of the ensemble was tuned to the oboe. The halfway-serious musicians in the band hated me, even more so when the pre-paid-for albums arrived. (Remember this was decades before the invention of AutoTune.) So now I have documentation of my greatest public musical humiliation in my hands. Still the cover has a nice semi-abstract picture of musical instruments (not including an oboe) and the name of my high school in a nice blackletter type. Suitable for framing but not for playing; fortunately, I do not own a turntable, and I have decided I never will. posted by oneswellfoop at 6:49 PM on June 19, 2011
I have worse records in my personal collection than that Star Wars Christmas album. Really.
It's sweet that the owner of this blog is trying to jump on some kind of bandwagon with his Hate™, but he's made enough bad choices with his supposed Bad Albums that it dilutes the truly awful things he has on display.
It's too bad. It might be a great collection of awfulness. Instead it makes me want to dig through it for the hidden gems. And I'm sure that's not the point of this blog. posted by hippybear at 7:17 PM on June 19, 2011 [1 favorite]
Judging by this past weekend's episode of Sound Opinions, I'm betting that this web site is all about the Arcade Fire. posted by NoMich at 7:17 PM on June 19, 2011
When you live in a world where Nickelback and Katy Perry and songs about "feeling so fly like a G6" dominate the airwaves, sometimes all it takes is one truly terrible tune by The Shaggs or The Legendary Stardust Cowboy to make everything right again.
(BTW, I was this close to throwing in Lady Gaga in with Nickelback and Katy Perry et al., mischievous frigger that I am. But I don't really believe she's that bad, and in any case, I don't want to be known as the first person ever murdered on Metafilter.) posted by spoobnooble at 7:31 PM on June 19, 2011
Omg these are totally fabulous! What fun! Savoring the cringes.
My Pussy Belongs To Daddy is seriously skanky. I felt like I found it on one of the Mad Men's secret shelves.
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse or stranger, it does and amusingly too. Thanks for the interesting post bwg. posted by nickyskye at 7:38 PM on June 19, 2011
nickyskye: "Omg these are totally fabulous! What fun! Savoring the cringes."
Indeed, while some were rather ordinary, others like Homer the Happy Little Homo made me say WTF? posted by bwg at 7:50 PM on June 19, 2011
Christmas in the Stars taught me what I can get a Wookie for Christmas.
That album should not be on this list. posted by narwhal bacon at 9:44 PM on June 19, 2011
Fortunately, all the Wookiees on my Christmas list didn't already have combs, so I was done shopping very quickly. posted by ShutterBun at 4:03 AM on June 20, 2011
At least I hope he's a genius. He's a parody, right? posted by dismas at 7:49 AM on June 20, 2011
Holy smokes, I need that 'My Pussy Belongs to Daddy' album. It's like Thrill Kill Kult doing lounge cuts. Delicious! posted by FatherDagon at 7:59 AM on June 20, 2011
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