Welcome to a little something different this week. Instead of the norm, I'mma hit ya with some songs that I completely fess up to loving. I think we all have a handful of tracks that fit the category (please share yours — if you're bold — in the comments). Here are just a few of mine:
Why it's a guilty pleasure: There's just way too much sampling going on here; it's annoying that the Ray Baretto sample and the music played by UDS just don't quite jibe. For the record, Baretto's version is all kinds of kick ass. Call me crazy, but even with the wavering rhythm and uncertain key signature, this song is aiight in my book. I can't quite explain why. But it doesn't hurt that the video is filthy with old school skateboarding.
Bow Wow Wow's "I Want Candy" is so excellent?
Why it's a guilty pleasure: It's '80s hard rock/metal, the stuff grunge bands killed. It's not "cool" to like this stuff, right? I couldn't care less. When I'm looking for a song about doin' heroin and neither The Velvet Underground (dig that droning viola) nor Neil Young (brilliant) can be found, GNFNR is a good, quick fix. Note: I don't intend to offend or portray drug use and addiction as something to take lightly. It's affected me, family and friends; I encourage everyone to avoid them and seek help if they're battling addiction.
Why it's a guilty pleasure: Well, it's effin' hard to take this band very seriously. I mean, do they take themselves seriously?!? No. Not at all. Do they, ahem, "rock balls"? Why yes. Yes, they do. Impressively so. I dig The Darkness. I know they have a new album and all, but I have no interest beyond "Permission to Land." It's a memorable album because I popped it into the CD player at Electric Voodoo Tattoo in San Angelo when Dean started working on my left arm half-sleeve. The very second he heard lead singer Justin Hawkins' falsetto, he lost it and laughed his ass off — with his tattoo machine in hand. Fortunately, his hand was steady and the machine didn't veer off course and destroy my skin. I have fond memories of enjoying the hell outta that album during the three sessions required to complete the tat.