Okay, this one gets my vote for the most gorgeous/perfect powerpop song of the 90s and I'm not sure I've heard a better one since. From 1997, it's Del Amitri and "Not Where It's At."
Seriously -- everything about this record is flawless and brilliant, from the central title/lyrical conceit (you want post-hippie irony? This one beats Nick Lowe's "Peace, Love and Understanding" hands down) to the massive twelve-string riffage (at least as good as anything on any Byrds album, I think) to the vocal performance by Justin Currie (and if there's a more hauntingly expressive pop vocalist currently wearing shoe leather I'd like to meet him).
I actually sang the praises of this song in May of last year despite the fact that the video wasn't then on YouTube (I made do with its almost as good albummate, "Some Other Sucker's Parade"). Well, now it's here, and while it doesn't come close to doing the song justice, I frankly don't care. The music's genius, and like I said -- I'm not sure anybody's topped it in the decade since.
[Incidentally, today's title is from Tom Wolfe's From Bauhaus to Our House, and it references a line of dialogue from certain stock Hollywood jungle movies of the 30s which Wolfe used to describe the reaction of the American cultural establishment to the arrival of certain European expat architects. Let me just go on record here as saying that while I think Wolfe's politics are reactionary and appalling Bauhaus is nevertheless a screamingly funny little book. Thank you.]