Who remembers when breaking ‘shag bands’ was equivalent to signing a sexual contract? When you’d be home from a pissup in the park by 6pm on a Saturday and spend more time editing your MySpace/Bebo than you’d ever conceive of spending on your homework?
I think we all do. In spite of how hard we might try to forget the dodgy haircuts and embarrassing webcam photos, iTunes shuffle has a way of drudging up songs from the past that bring it all back in a heartbeat. Hormonally volatile, spotty and anarchically trying to fight the system by skipping morning registration (scandalous), we believed that whiny lyrics related the heart-breaks we hadn’t even experienced.
Last week, the Circulation team took a trip down memory lane and picked out a few of their favourite tracks from the teen angst era. Share in our shame.
In the days when my parents just didn’t ‘get me’ and cruelly cut my msn messenger curfew back to 11pm, a blacker-haired version of myself sought comfort in Placebo. As gratuitously miserable as they now seem, I really felt as though the lyrics “I was alone, falling free” were inspired by my existence. The same probably went for the other, 1.1 million people who bought their 2006 album Meds…
I’m pretty sure I played this song every single day for a solid year. Not ashamed to say that Start Something is a great album. Still not sure that I understand why Welsh bands pretend they are American.
“I am the girl you know, can’t look you in the eye”
-I actually still have problems with eye contact.
I was too young to know what ‘spring break’ or ‘friend requests’ were when i first listened to this song, but I was pretty sure that American, teenage girls really did talk to each other on pink phones and sit around smoking whilst wearing american apparel hot pants. Totally awesome…
I sang this (with the worst american accent) every year when returning to school after 6 weeks of summer, wishing that cold, rainy September wouldn’t come and I wouldn’t have to return back to a routine of education. Sadly September comes every year, but I plan to carry out my nostalgic ritual beyond my teenage years.
At the tender age of 8, my oldest brother decided it was time for me to own an album that had not been handed down or passed on. After only the first listening, my pre-pubescent mind decided that this ‘Beautiful Freak’ was, in fact, me. It wasn’t long until I called my family into the room for a group listening to which I was quickly dismissed. I was right though, ‘LIFE IS HARD’.
While I’d rather forget about the days of dodgy self-attempted haircuts and heavy eyeliner, I’ll admit I’ve still got time for this uncharacteristically melancholy song from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I wouldn’t be surprised if you found the lyrics “wait, they don’t love you like I love you” scrawled somewhere in an old school planner cause there ain’t nothing like 12-year-old angst to accompany maths homework.
The burning angst that necessitated my obsessive listening to this song was largely fuelled by unrealistic expectations of love, which were almost entirely influenced by Alexisonfire’s singer’s other, far less angsty project City and Color. This guy really messed up my teenage years.
In a bold decision to chop off my long hair in exchange for a ‘sophisticated’ bob to prove how much I had, like, matured, the mousy-brown mullet that I received worked wonders for my self-esteem at the awkward age of fourteen. This glum strumming was the perfect accompaniment to the hours spent gripping a pair of straighteners and rummaging for suitable head-wear.
“Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me I’ve started something, and now I’m not too sure.”
-Morrissey sums up my whole teenage years in a few choice words
“Man I feel like mould. It’s prom night and I am lonely…”
Someone had to do it…still a guilty pleasure for almost everyone out there.