An Irishman's view of what some have called the worst year in music since 2001.
Oh 2002, the weather was crap and Robbie Williams got 80 million for a record deal. We were down but not out (or rather we were, in the case of the World Cup). These tragic events didn’t succeed in dampening our musical spirits. In contrast, the quality of music both here are abroad was superb and mellowed my view of the big bad world.
In the year that belonged to bands with ‘The’ in their title: The Hives, The Datsuns, The Thrills, the list goes on. Maybe 2003 will be memorable for the lack of a definite article.
Unsurprisingly, Gemma Hayes was critically acclaimed and filled venues everywhere she played, which was in fact, everywhere. She also happens to be the best-looking woman in Irish music.
We enjoyed MTV for a change as their hit series The Osbournes won aging old rockers the youth vote. The dribbling ‘Prince of darkness’ elicits an affectionate “Ahhh…bless” from everyone. What's not to love about Ozzy Osbourne?
It was the year that Eminem grew up a little, made a little film, and became a little richer. He was also the proud father of a new album that did well to stand up against the other outstanding hip-hop artists of the year.
Dave Grohl endeavoured to be the hardest working musician in rock by playing in Queens of the stone age, Foo Fighters, and maintaining the Nirvana legacy. One caveat: the release of Nirvana’s “new” track probably surprised even Dave himself so I’m not sure if that counts as hard work.
Towards the end of the year, a bright light shone. It was the notion that the formulated pop bands and their TV shows have had their day. Industry figures predict the demise of the ‘genre’. For this vision to become a reality let’s all make a new years resolution not to buy their music…now, altogether!….
It’s confession time: I realized halfway through the year that Badly Drawn Boy was actually quite good a good band. I'm not the only one with mixed emotions about the band, however. Judging by the reviews of their Olympia gig in November it was either the greatest gig ever or worse than watching Robbie Williams trying to conquer America.
Coldplay continued to be an invincible force and Chris Martin again proved he can get the girls. If the band weren’t so brilliantly talented I’d hate them.
But for me, the worst part of 2002 was putting up with The Ketchup Song (Aserejé). Bring on 2003