You can’t force yourself to like something, whether for the benefit of others or as a personal need.
There’s a sort of blessing that comes with a truly bad or disappointing song. A 1/10, if you will.
After my disgruntled previous post I made a vow to myself that I would not write again until I found something I genuinely enjoyed and could write about positively. No caveats, no half-hearted praise, no tempered analysis. I wanted to hear a new song that I legitimately liked.
Recently I wrote about the trademarks of the classic “bad song”, where “bad” meant generic and totally forgettable. In that case it meant The disposable, lazy, often single-note hook repeated 4 times over a bland chord progression.
Redemption, thy name is Florence. After two extraordinarily bad promo singles, Florence + The Machine drop a proper song in the form of “My Love”.