Raw I’mma give it to ya, with some trivia: ILB’s brief Sporcle music recommendations
Maybe you have a thorough and productive working environment where conversation occasionally has moments of interest that don’t start with “so who’ve your boys got this weekend?” Alternatively, maybe you actually do a proper job that involves physical lifting or movement leaving you unable to be shoehorned into a desk for seven hours a day. If so, this post isn’t for you.
No, Sporcle has become a method of generic work timewasting as feted and proud as “popping next door for some biscuits” and “having a chug in the lavs over that redhead in sales”. And while, of course, there is a certain kudos to sitting down and spending 20 minutes of your life trying to remember every single wrestler Lance Storm ever fought on PPV, or the 31 Norwich City players to have scored Premiership goals (pro-tip for that one: everyone forgets David Bentley), ILB is, at heart, a music blog. So here are some of the favoured quizzes that have helped your correspondent tackle his work’s downtime without resorting to trolling CollarMe on company dollar. Again.
The purest possible trinity of pop Sporcle, like an extended music round in your bog-standard Sunday night pub quiz minus the guy going “Are you sure it was Moore in Thunderball? I think we should change that answer) in your ear repeatedly. As with most of the Sporcle music quizzes, anything from the 80s and 90s focusses solely on floorfillers and novelty songs while the 00s stuff is just Vampire Weekend and that song about young folks, so be warned.
Name the popular beat combo just from its members’ first names. Back in the late 90s, Corbett-fronted gameshow Small Talk had a round where four-year-old children were asked if they could name all four Beatles. Post “1” and long-tail, do we think that more children today could go “Ahhhh John, ahhhhh Paul” etc etc than they could in 1996, or is this just another example of Broken Britain?
Nothing has annoyed me as much in the unknown manhours of Sporcle I’ve sacrificed than my utter failure to get a decent score here. I had to sing it when I was eight in school choir, surely I haven’t forsaken that memory for the time I pissed against a tree in Year 3 in the playground?
“Na” isn’t an acceptable answer, sadly, as it’s only used 29 times in the entire Beatles’ discography.
Knowing that The Monkees aren’t allowed in doesn’t really help with any of this shit. Would be kinda shitty if Peter Tork lost his battle with cancer before Jann Wener’s inevitable coke-fuelled heart attack.
When I was 20 and going on fucking expeditions to Manchester to hang out in Smiths’ themed pubs and wave daffodils around like a twat, I could have 100%’d this. Nowadays, 45%. Morrissey is one of the few musical racists I have no love for in 2010. Him and Matt Bellamy, tbh.
Not music-specific, but it’s pretty impressive to note that every area code Luda and Nate shouted out actually exists.
Word to the bit after the end of the X-Files: “I made this”.