musiclover Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 okay. I know this is just one critic's opinion. It's from USA Today. I guess if you come across other such line-ups for the year, just post here. How 'bout that? :-) You can't beat 'Hey Ya'; you can't bear 'Señorita' By Ken Barnes, USA TODAY As usual, the list is restricted to songs that got significant radio airplay, or the best 10 would mostly be made up of obscure indies and imports. That's OK — USA TODAY's Ken Barnes found plenty to like (and dislike) among the hits. 1. Outkast, Hey Ya. What's cooler than cool? This record, so breezily brilliant it restores your faith in contemporary R&B, pop, rock, or all three. The Super Freak of the modern era. 2. Coldplay, Clocks. OK, it's Beautiful Day with piano, but it's a sumptuous spellbinder and an easy No. 1 in an Outkast-free world. 3. Baby Bash with Frankie J, Suga Suga. No mere Archies update, this "rap/sung collaboration" (as the Grammys put it) answers the musical question "How you get so fly?" The secret weapon is Frankie J's velvety vocal over a gorgeous acoustic-guitar riff. (Frankie's own early-Prince-like ballad I Don't Wanna Try nearly made this list as well.) 4. Brad Paisley, Celebrity. The wittiest country song of the year is also the catchiest. 5. R.E.M., Bad Day. Resembles It's the End of the World as We Know It, but Stipe and Co. are far from feeling fine, venting some spleen about the current administration. 6. Dido, White Flag. Hypnotic textures, and I love that line, "I won't poke my eyes out and surrender." Wait ... it's really "I won't put my hands up." That'll cost it a shot at the top 5. 7. AFI, Girl's Not Grey. Credit a skillful hair stylist. Seriously, burrowing up from the California goth underground, AFI rock one of the year's most infectious tunes. 8.Beyoncé, Crazy in Love. It's all about the horns (sampled from the 1970 Chi-Lites song Are You My Woman but used more effectively). Riff of the year. 9. Black Eyed Peas, Where Is the Love. Where R.E.M.'s message was restricted to marginal radio formats, the Peas earn points for putting their politics on pop stations, hitting No. 1 with a song that disses the CIA in the first verse. 10.Justin Timberlake, Rock Your Body. Any song underpinned by irresistible Chic licks will click in my picks, even with the Michael Jackson mannerisms and creepy "I'll have you nekkid by the end of this song" line. And the worst: 1. Justin Timberlake, Señorita. Justin earns the rare distinction of a placement on both lists with this aimless, tuneless, seemingly endless plodder, lowlighted by a misbegotten falsetto that brings proceedings to a screeching halt. 2. Christina Aguilera, Beautiful. Partway through this sickly self-esteem sobfest, Christina defiantly declares, "I'm beautiful, no matter what they say/Words can't bring me down." Oh well, it was worth a try. 3. Darryl Worley, Have You Forgotten. Hard to forget a song that asserts that the Iraq war was a logical reaction to 9/11. Country jingoism at its most dangerously moronic. 4. The Darkness, I Believe in a Thing Called Love. The AC/DC riff is fine, but singer Justin Hawkins' falsetto is more fruity than a raspberry frappé, more fey than Tina, more ludicrous than Luda — well, you get the idea. The part where he shrills "Ooh, guitar!" is the year's most cringeworthy moment. 5.Britney Spears, Me Against the Music. Final score: Britney 1, the music 0. 6. Sean Paul, Get Busy. The kind of monotonous dancehall nursery rhyme cadence that makes my teeth grit and my critical objectivity split. 7.Chingy, Holidae In. I like Right Thurr, in which he sounds weirdly like Eminem, but this is the dullest sort of party-mouthed tedium. Checkout time is right now. 8. Barenaked Ladies, Another Postcard. I've always liked these wacky Canadians, but they pushed the limits of my tolerance with One Week and obliterated them with this unpleasant retread. 9. Uncle Kracker, Drift Away. What was tolerable sentimentality in Dobie Gray's 1973 original now becomes an exercise in narcoleptic nostalgia. 10.John Mayer, Bigger Than My Body. Something about that breathy, whispery vocal technique he and the even more irritating Jack Johnson have going works my last nerve. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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