77 Bombay Street – someone make them stop!

Every so often a song comes out that becomes the bane of my life.

Try as I might to avoid it, the incessant radio plays mean I keep hearing it at the swimming pool, dentist and supermarket – places  where I am a captive audience.

It’s the musical equivalent of a turd that you can’t flush away.

The offending tune, this time, is Up In The Sky by a Swiss band called 77 Bombay Street named after a home in Adelaide where the Buchli family  lived for two years.

Three of the four members are part of a family of nine which raises the spectre of one or all of the other six deciding to follow in their brothers’ footsteps.

They dress like extras in Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band  and the relentless jollity of this tune together with lyrics of mind-numbing banality made me hate it on first hearing. Continue reading →