Today's Hit Parade of Hell (An Occasional Series): Special "Finally -- a Pop Diva Named After a Racehorse!" Edition

From 2024 and the VMAS, it's appalling 21st century shlockmeistress Chappell Roan and her inexcusable smash hit "Good Luck, Babe!"

Let's see -- how shall I describe the above song/record (and the "live" performance of same)?

By which I mean the butt-ugly auto-tuned vocal and the flatulent/embarrassingly silly chorus-guys production number that probably cost more than enough to feed the starving children of certain third-world countries?

Oh okay, howsabout...oh, I dunno -- charmless, melodically mediocre, sexless, soulless, mass-produced assembly-line crap?

Seriously, the nicest thing you can say about the whole thing otherwise, especially if you merely heard the song on your car radio and were feeling exceptionally forgiving, is that it might be kinda...cute.

Have I mentioned that Roan, as you can hear and see from the above, is essentially a third-rate Madonna clone?

Which is hardly thrilling, given that -- as everybody at this point in music history knows -- Madonna herself almost totally sucked (heh) to begin with?

BTW, I should add that there is an entire school of music journalism today that exists solely to justify this kind of shit. Which is truly reprehensible.

I mean, can you imagine what we'd have been reading if those hacks had been around during the pre-Beatles Frankie and Annette era?

"POP MUSIC IS BETTER THAN EVER, AND THANK GOD BUDDY HOLLY DIED AND ELVIS WENT INTO THE ARMY!!!"

Okay -- enough of my yakking.

And a coveted PowerPop No-Prize© will be awarded to the first reader who guesses the relevance of the above to the theme of tomorrow's Weekend Listomania!!!