Aside from the delightful domestic abuse of The Jacksons: An American Dream, seeing Control this weekend also reminded me that I had yet to do the flip to my post on the worst song of all time. I doubt this will engender as much solidarity as you all showed in hating 4 Non Blondes. But it’s a pretty friggin’ good song.
I could make allowances for James Brown or the Ronettes or Pere Ubu or Al Green (all-time MVP) or any other number of personal heroes/heroines, and I do wish YouTube had the 12-inch mix kitted out with all the Shep Pettibone bells and whistles. But even truncated, I’ll stand behind this as the pop song, the one I’d stand up and proclaim the best. (Unless a weapon was involved. Or unless it’s actually “Temptation.” It might be “Temptation.”) Feel free to tell me I’m crazy and that it’s really 311/Howlin Wolf/Dead Or Alive/Flying Saucer Attack/Gil Evans/the Shop Boyz.