#843: 1993, Paul Weller, Wild Wood

by Ray_North on January 25, 2014

I was in the car today, with my kids, when one of them puts on a song by someone called Miley Cyrus. I pause for a second because, what I’m about to write makes me sound like an old fart. I understand that. But this song by this person called Miley Cyrus was so abdominal, so shit, so eye gaugingly inane, that I crashed my car and killed all my children. Well, no actually, I didn’t – I did something worse, I said to them, ‘this is rubbish, she can’t sing and the lyrics don’t mean anything.’

But. I’m. Bloody. Right.

This song was truly terrible, the girl’s voice was shocking, and made even worse by the automatic electronic tone machine that they use on these talentless over-hyped mediocrities.

My children ignored me, and instead asked for the next song to be by someone called Katy Perry, or someone called Robin Thicke – and sadly, I realised, that I had now lost them, they are now, fully engrossed in their own shit music and for a while, my attempts to educate them will be lost. And, actually, that’s probably right.

But, when they do come back to me, when they do start showing an interest in their music history, what joys I shall bestow upon them. And, perhaps the greatest joy of all, will be the work of Paul Weller – he has, of course featured on our hallowed pages as lead singer of The Jam and the Style Council, but this, I think, is the first time, we have featured him as a solo artist, which considering we are now almost up to 850 songs is just plain wrong.

There has been a fair bit of Bruce Springsteen fan worship on these pages over the last few weeks -but, as true working class hero, style icon, rock God and musician, I would take Weller every day of the week.

I love this song, his voice does not need any electronic jiggery pockery, his lyrics are always, always, beautiful, poignant and provocative, whilst his style is just ageless – he is quite simply masterful.

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Fionauk512 January 25, 2014 at 9:41 pm

I concur. Does he know how to write a bad song?


George_East January 25, 2014 at 10:30 pm

Funnily enough I was just talking about this song (or at least the album it came from) the other day. He played Victoria Park to support the album with Ian Dury and X-Ray Spex in support. Wonderful gig on a gorgeous summer’s day. Ian and Poly are no longer with us, but the Weller marches on.


Charlie_East_West January 26, 2014 at 7:51 am

I apologise for the Springstring fan worship of late. I will let him rest for a while.

But, at least it is good music. Unlike, the majority of music thrown towards the ears of kids today.

I recently overheard my son’s school pals discussing who their favourite musicians were. The general consensus was One Direction. My son then pitched in by saying “I don’t like One Direction. Their music is rubbish. I like The Clash, David Bowie, Bruce Springsteen and The Beatles.”

Take a bow, son. Play by your own set of rules (and your father’s).


Robin Thorpe January 27, 2014 at 10:28 am

I do love Paul Weller; this too is one of my favourite songs (as is ‘You do Something to me’). My son is 7 and likes Bruno Mars and Katy Perry but he also likes the Kinks, Ralph McTell and Bon Jovi. All you can do is expose them to a wide variety of music and hope they recognise quality.


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