Six shite albums you paid £10.99 for because of one decent song

THE history of popular music is littered with platinum albums that were largely filler. You bought these and wished you’d waited for the greatest hits: 

Employment by Kaiser Chiefs, 2005

Leeds’ worst band deserve credit for turning I Predict a Riot into a twenty-year career. Why bother with multiple tunes when your fans are idiots? Employment is made up of Blur tracks if Blur didn’t know how to write songs but were able to scream ‘Ohhhhhhhh’ in performatively manic crescendos.

Hotel California by The Eagles, 1976

Everyone knows the title track, with its cocaine metaphor and excellent guitar solo. The rest of the album’s so middle of the road it could have been done by a council employee with a pot of white paint. It too, in its own way, is a cautionary tale about excessive cocaine use.

Scissor Sisters by Scissor Sisters, 2004

A disco Pink Floyd cover – back when covers of any song in any style weren’t available in their millions on YouTube – brought you in. What followed was an album of safely queer 1970s pop pastiche always destined for Radio 2’s Non-Challenging Daytime playlist. The second album flopped. The 2.7 million people who bought the first know why.

Moseley Shoals by Ocean Colour Scene, 1996

Twat of the 90s Chris Evans (awarded by FHM, 1999) ruined The Riverboat Song by stealing it for TFI Friday, which leaves the album with little to offer outside the nostalgic The Day We Caught the Train. Otherwise it’s a school production of the greatest hits of Traffic or any other late 60s outfits your dad used to like when he had a moustache.

Happiness by The Beloved, 1990

Aged 16 and high on the idea that ecstasy exists, even if not for you personally in the Lowestoft suburbs, you bought the album for the ethereal, monk-sampling The Sun Rising. Then, in an early example of why you should never trust a hippy, realised the rest of it was weak house-pop guff about love and positive vibes. And so you had the experience of being sold bogus E after all.

Hot Space by Queen, 1982

What a back catalogue Queen have – hit after hit, through the 70s, the 80s, even the 90s. And what a song Under Pressure is. And what a lot of crap the rest of this disco album, done two years after disco peaked, is. Not a track on it the casual fan would be familiar with, and the hardcore fans shudder at the mention of its name.

Patsy Palmer, and other Brits who live in LA for no discernible reason

YOUR shock at the images of devastation in LA was equalled by the discovery that Patsy Palmer, of all people, has a house there. Alongside these British celebs: 

Mark Owen

Take That enjoyed no success whatsoever in the US. Out there, Owen is nothing but a short man with long hair. Nonetheless, he maintains a home out there with famous neighbours who must wonder what actually goes on when he says ‘Yeah, I’m off on a 28-date arena tour of the UK and Ireland.’ ‘Bet he is,’ they say.

Patsy Palmer

Patsy’s presence in LA is genuinely puzzling. Bianca from EastEnders cannot be in any way known to American audiences with their own shite to watch, so she must go months without adoring fans shouting her catchphrase ‘RICK-AAAY!’ in shops. According to the Daily Mail, she went to California, married a cabbie and just kind of stayed there. Despite the sunshine and her being ginger.

Ioan Gruffudd

Obviously Ioan is based in LA – he’s Reed Richards in Fantastic Four. Oh wait, not the new one, the 2005 version. His last role was actually a supporting one in Bad Boys: Ride or Die, the series no longer directed by Michael Bay who has bigger fish to explode. Still, he’s a long way from Pobol Y Cym, which presumably is the point.

Alice Evans

But if he doesn’t have the strongest reason to be in LA, his bitter ex-wife has even less. You may struggle to remember her screen roles, unless 102 Dalmatians spoke to something deep within you, but does she need to be there? When thanks to modern technology you can post about your bastard ex-husband from anywhere in the world?

Brooklyn Beckham

When Brooklyn Beckham gets up in the morning, does everyone awkwardly maintain the pretence that he has a career? Does his heiress wife leave notes saying ‘Call me when you get a minute between meetings about your successful TV cookery show’? Even though such a thing does not exist? Does nobody point out he could live in Gary, Indiana for all the difference it would make?

Nadine Coyle

Nadine no longer lives in LA, but she did for nine years. Doing what? It’s not like Girls Aloud had an office in Silverlake she needed to be at for 9am sharp or face a ticking off from her line manager Cheryl. Her job was over here. She basically lived on holiday.

Morrissey

Of all of them celebs, Morrissey is the biggest twat with the strongest reason to be in LA. It’s a lot easier to create a nostalgic, BNP fantasy version of England if you don’t actually live there. And if Stephen tried to go to a pub in the UK these days he’d get so many pints poured over him they’d have to change the barrels.