blatantly bad 70s songs: oh babe, what would you say (hurricane smith)
what would i say? how about what the fuck, for starters?
please dear Lord above, i do not mean to be unkind to the dead, as we lost norman hurricane smith only this year. but please, explain to me how a man who engineered nearly 100 Beatles songs, produced early Pink Floyd; and even produced one of the first rock concept albums by the Pretty Things, tell me: how did he also produce this saccharine piece of shit?
better yet — how on EARTH did it hit the Billboard Top 5?
i used to think this was Buddy Hackett on a dare. it wasn’t. apparently, the british mr. smith wrote this for another artist and ended up singing it himself. lucky for us, it was a major transatlantic hit.
luckier for us, the rest of his hits never made it across the pond.
G-d help anyone who rocks us like a hurricane. at least, like this one, who mostly rocks us to sleep.