Two more songs for the desert island

In an earlier post, I talked about my list of "desert island songs," which are songs that have been so horribly overplayed by idiot radio DJs that they need to be forever banished to some remote tropic locale so that decent people don't ever have to hear them again. Today I have two more to add to the list:

1. Jesus Jones, "Right Here, Right Now." At the time (early 1990s), it was an inspiring anthem for people caught up in the unstoppable march of freedom as it rolled like a very large steamroller over the anachronistic communist countries of eastern Europe. "Right here, right now, there is no other place I'd rather be...watching the world wake up from history." Ok, first of all, that makes no sense, but dispensing with the nonsensical nature of the lyrics, we are forced to realize that this song has reached a point where it is the "go-to" pick for any DJ whose station's management has forced him, apparently at gunpoint, to reach into his archives for some "topical" early 90s music. What was once fresh and urgent is now stale and hackneyed, and we would all be better off never listening to this song again.

2. Beck, "Where It's At." When this song was released, wow, what a revelation. Beck had all kinds of crazy sounds going on, he had a guy who sounded like a Cylon from the original Battlestar Galactica (the cool one with Dirk Benedict, not the new one that is all revisionist and whatnot), he had random drum breaks, and it was loaded with hipster 90s self-referential irony. And, predictably, it became driven into the ground by radio stations looking for "something new and fresh." So, yeah, take the samples, take the chick saying "that's beautiful, dad," and take everything else about this precious song, and ship it off to the island.