Album: Love at the Bottom of the Sea, 2012
Justification: Look, I gave you a chance. I waited a good couple of months, entire planet, in which you could have made this song the globe-spanning hit that it deserved to be, but did you go out and buy it in droves? No, you did not: you kept up with your Flo Rida and your Gym Class Heroes and failed both me and yourselves. Maybe if it had some sweet “feat. Sia” tag to it you may have done the right thing, but instead it’s left to me to clean up your mess. I just hope you’re satisfied with yourselves.
See, the Magnetic Fields are pretty much flawless. Stephin Merritt is, as far as I can work out, pretty much genetically incapable of writing a bad song, and this particular number – popular music’s first love song charting a thwarted romance between two straight men, unless you count all hair metal ever – is sheer genius. It’s catchy as hell, playful, lyrically memorable, and politically astute given the pointless culture wars currently being fought between those who realise that love is love is love, and people who are bigots. And it’s not even the best song on the album, which is easily the best MF full length since 69 Love Songs, although the albums in between are also awesomely good, as are the ones before. And the Gothic Archies stuff. Also, Future Bible Heroes.
The Magnetic Fields are amazing is what I’m saying, and you still have a chance to make this a hit. Get going.
SONG YOU SHOULD HAVE REDISCOVERED THIS TIME IN 2010: Oh thanks a bunch, myself: why don’t you just go remind me that the future of Sonic Youth is in doubt via the awesomeness of 100%.
AND HERE’S THE LAST FIVE…