We all have a song or two (or twelve) that make us cringe, or dive to change the station before we are subjected to aural torture. With this thought in mind, I have assembled some of what I believe to be the worst-ever moments in pop music.
Feel free to chime in with a comment about your least favorite pop songs, or to offer a vehement defense in favor of a maligned song.
"Honey," Bobby Goldsboro - Not only is this a sappy piece of musical drivel, but what kind of angels sneak up on someone and take them away? Sounds more like B-movie horror than a fatal love dirge.
"PopoZão," Kevin Federline - Whatever crumbs of street credibility K-Fed ever possessed disappeared with the release of this God-awful blend of hip-hop and Brazilian funk. Set this disc on a wall, grab a 12-gauge, and take aim.
"Elusive Butterfly Of Love," Bob Lind - Dreck. Dreck. Dreck. "Don't be concerned, it will not harm you," croons the singer, but it sounds more like a bright elusive butterfly of STALKERY to me.
"Playground In My Mind," Clint Holmes - Admittedly, my dislike of this song owes much to its incessant "Michael and Cindy, when we get married, we're gonna have us a baby or two" chorus, which was the source of much taunting when I was a kid and lived next door to a girl named Cindy. Still, this attempt at reminiscing about the innocence of youth is way over the top.
"These Boots Are Made For Walking," Jessica Simpson - The original Nancy Sinatra version had an element of vampiness and goofy Sixties cachet, but Jessica Simpson completely butchers this tune with her phoned-in, bored vocals.
"Achy, Breaky Heart," Billy Ray Cyrus - And as if this musical abomination wasn't bad enough, the talentless Hannah Montana is a product of Billy Ray's loins. More than enough reason to demand federal legislation mandating a vasectomy for him.