I was listening to Radio One yesterday for the first time in forever and that Kelly Clarkson has a Chrimble record out.
The thing that struck me is how skilled these producers are at perfectly pitching a record. Sure, the song itself is the usual drizzle about only needing her boyfriend at Christmas, however:

A) behind it all there's a bass line that struck me as incredibly familiar. It took me a while but it's almost directly lifted from Happy Days. You could easily sing the HD lyrics over it.
B) Sleighbells, obv
C) Very few minor notes all sung at a higher than usual octave
D) Schmaltzy lyrics

Of course most pop songs are formulaic these days, but when you really listen it's impressive how slick it all is. It's practically an artform.
( Kroney, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:25, 2 replies, latest was 11 years ago)

Monday, Tuesday Present Time
Wednesday, Thursday Christmas Time
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:27, Reply)

The turkey comes, my stomach turns
ready to race to a really fucking bland, boring sandwich in a couple of days tiiiiiime
These days are arrrrrrrrrssssee
( Kroney, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:29, Reply)

oh crappy days.....

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:31, Reply)

Brussels and brie
(Oh shit kiddy plays)
These days are arrrrrrrsssee
( Kroney, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:31, Reply)

I could go on and on.

( Kroney, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:31, Reply)

But I can't wait, for half past eight, when the father-in-law falls asleeeeeeeeeep

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:30, Reply)

Good pop music is.
It's just annoying when it's lazily done.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 6 Dec 2013, 13:28, Reply)