Guilty Music Pleasure


#221

Bat Out of Hell was my favorite album of 1977.


#222

I’ll take the place of @Navaronegun gun here and say, Bat Out of Hell, not a guilty pleasure. Maybe this though.


#223

Well, I’ve already given my only song that I feel half-way guilty about, but some might feel guilty about enjoying the awesomeness of Sparks from 1979:

Some might feel guilty about this live performance from The White Room in 1995, but for a different reason:


#224

I am convinced at this point that if the Artist has a non-East/West Coast regional accent, @Jason_Levine classifies them as “Guilty”.


#225

An interesting theory considering I’m from Cleveland and live in Wisconsin.


#226

IDK, man. Every time they have a twang in their accent, they become “Guilty”. I think you might be prejudiced against the Souf. Too many years taking too many cases down there might have jaundiced you…


#227

Hmmm, maybe it has something to do with Daisy Dukes.


#228

The only people who would feel guilty about the awesomeness of Sparks are people who’s musical opinions aren’t listening to.


#229

To counter the wild, misplaced and unfounded assertions made about me and my associations with “twang,” I offer this in rebuttal. It’s a pure pleasure that is entirely free of guilt:

willie


#230

No way do I feel guilty about loving this, although I can understand why some don’t. Nonetheless, 'tis the season.


#231

I had this album as a kid.


#232

Actually, this is really awesome.


#233

In that vein.


#234

The Muppets can do no wrong! No guilt.


#235

I love this song:


#236

And this one too:


#237

For @John_Many_Jars. I was there for this one.


#238

Looking over this thread and all the great music therein (Monkees, Crystal Gayle, Hawkwind, fucking SPARKS?!) I double down on my dislike of the premise of “guilty pleasures”. If you like something, there must be something you respond to in it. Examine that.

Even Phil Collins music has good parts, for god’s sake.


#239

#240

This thread has gone, as many do, from the premise of the title to ‘hey look what I like’. Not that it’s a bad thing.