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So Much Trouble in the World

  So Much Trouble in the World F☆ck love, peace, and happiness. Give me rock. When Love Songs Stop Working There’s so much trouble in the world that love songs start to sound like propaganda. Not wrong — just useless. When things feel rigged, strained, unresolved, the last thing you need is reassurance. Rock was never designed to calm you down. It was designed to mirror the tension. That’s why the truth rarely lives on the single. It hides on the B-side, scratched, overlooked, waiting. Rock Was Built to React, Not Repair Rock doesn’t fix broken systems. It documents them while they’re failing. Listen to The Who – “Glow Girl”. Unpolished, feral, and completely uninterested in optimism. A song that sounds like it’s pacing the room, trying not to explode. That’s rock doing its job — not offering answers, just acknowledging the pressure. Anger Is Information Anger isn’t a flaw. It’s data. Gang of Four – “To Hell With Poverty” didn’t need radio polish to make its point. All nerves, rhyt...
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Really Crap Lyrics

  Really Crap Lyrics There’s a certain kind of song that shouldn’t survive. You read the lyrics on their own and think: That’s it? No poetry. No clever metaphors. No great lines begging to be quoted on a T-shirt. Sometimes the lyrics are awkward. Sometimes they’re vague. Sometimes they feel unfinished — like placeholders that were never meant to make the final cut. And yet… the song works. It sticks. It finds a home in your head and refuses to leave. This is not a story about bad songs. This is a story about songs with really crap lyrics that somehow do everything right. When the words stop trying We’ve been trained to believe that great songs need great lyrics. That meaning has to be explained. That every line must earn its place. But rock music — especially its B-sides, deep cuts, and off-the-radar moments — has always known a secret: Sometimes lyrics don’t need to lead. Sometimes they just need to not get in the way. Tone, melody, delivery, repetition, attitude — these things ca...
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Same Album. Same Fire.

  Same Album. Same Fire. A Different Path. There’s a moment when you listen to an album properly — not in the background, not skipping — and you realise something quietly magical: The hit isn’t always the best part. It’s just the most obvious one. Never Never Land is where curiosity lives. Where you stop following the signposts and start following instinct. And albums? Albums were designed for that kind of wandering. You enter through the hit, but you stay for the songs that don’t ask for attention. This isn’t about B-sides. This is about tracks that grew up in the same house as the hit — but chose a different room to play in. Queen – A Night at the Opera (1975) The song everyone knows: Bohemian Rhapsody The one you discover later: The Prophet’s Song Bohemian Rhapsody is the showstopper. The curtain call. The song that demands your eyes. The Prophet’s Song doesn’t demand anything. It simply unfolds — patiently, confidently — like Queen talking to themselves, not an audience. It’s l...
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Who Did it Best?

  Who Did It Best? (No Hits Allowed) Similar bands. Same eras. Deep cuts only. Welcome to Never Never Land. A place without charts. Without greatest hits. Without the songs everyone already agrees on. Here, success is irrelevant. Memory is unreliable. And the only thing that matters is what still works when the spotlight’s gone. This isn’t a battle of legacies. It’s a test of who survives without their hits. Same era. Similar bands. Head to head — but with one rule: No hits allowed. Blur vs Oasis Britpop after the shouting stopped This rivalry is usually framed as noise: tabloids, egos, accents, fists. But strip away Song 2 and Wonderwall and something more interesting appears. Blur — the art-school outsiders Deep cuts: • Entertain Me • He Thought of Cars • Trimm Trabb Blur’s deep catalogue is anxious, twitchy, observational. These songs don’t shout — they watch. They question identity, masculinity, boredom, and Britishness itself. Oasis — the bruised romantics Deep cuts: • Fade Aw...
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A Place Without Hits

  A Place Without Hits Welcome to Never Never Land — not the one with fairy dust, but the one without charts. There’s a place where music doesn’t climb. It doesn’t debut at number one. It doesn’t break records, chase algorithms, or beg for virality. In this place, there are no hits. And because of that, everything matters. What Happens When You Remove the Charts Take away the charts and something radical happens: music stops competing. No rankings. No countdowns. No “most streamed this week.” No gold, platinum, or diamond status hanging like medals around an artist’s neck. Without charts, songs no longer arrive with expectations attached. You don’t press play because everyone else is listening. You press play because you are curious. And curiosity is a far more powerful engine than hypehype. In a chartless world, songs don’t race each other. They wait. They wait to be found at the right time, by the right person, for the right reason. How Music Feels When Success Is Irrelevant When...
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