Barbra Streisand

I will preface the following by saying that I know that this song was technically released last year, but I believe it "broke" this year and it entered my ears this year for the first time, hence I will still count this as a 2010 track. Argue all you like. I will not listen.


I know the year has not finished yet, however I have little doubt that no piece of music available for public consumption (or otherwise) in 2010 will be worse than this song. It is so irritating, so inane, so utterly deplorable that this would be in of any year end worst-of list complied over the past 10 years if it was released in any of these years. This song is a nadir in human development; we are a species that has achieved and continues to achieve remarkable things, however certain members of the species are de-evolving and this de-evolution has, in my opinion, culminated into this single piece of "music".

Congratulations Duck Sauce, "Barbra Streisand" is the worst song of 2010 (If there was a contest for worst band name of the year, I am sure "Duck Sauce" would be hard to beat). What shocked me most about this piece of musical travesty is what ingredients this Duck Sauce is made out of. The sauce is made from Armand van Helden and A-Trak; artists of great esteem and credibility in dance music circles. What has made them stoop so low, I cannot fathom.

The moronic repetition of "Barbra Streisand" over a horribly dated House rhythm is an embarrassing attempt to be ironic, and funny, and clever. I can hear the fans of this song now saying "OMG LOL they are saying Barbra Streisand over and over again in a song that sounds nothing like the songs she sung in Beaches!! How totally awesome. Woo ooo ooo ooo Where can I find the lyrics to this song LOL". Shut the fuck up.

This song adds nothing to the credibility and advancement of electronic music. A genre that spans the spectrum of beautifully introspective compositions to "bangers" made for the a dance floor, with each end full of decent pieces of music, doesn't deserve to be taken back to the past in such a manner. While wearing your influences on your sleeve is no bad thing at all, creating music that sounds identical to every song on the 2001 Ministry of Sound Annual does not deserve any credit whatsoever. If Duck Sauce were aping The Beatles, at least they would be ripping-off the fucking Beatles, not reproducing previously released tripe.

Maybe my utter repulsion of this song stems from the fact I am not 18 anymore. Rather than being a drunken lunatic, trying to pick up birds and failing miserably on a Saturday night with "songs" such as this as the soundtrack, I now sit at home with a glass of Shiraz sourced from the Adelaide Hills listening to John Coltrane records. But really, I think even someone who doesn't have a tendency like me to be a pretentious prig would consider this garbage. Unless you are on drugs. It's only then understandable.

In summation, this song is horrible. You may like it. Good for you. I just don't hate myself that much. Here is the song just in case you have not yet had the misfortune of hearing it.