This is the greatest argument against record labels I’ve ever seen.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I’m not a Ben Lee hater.  I actually quite liked his last album (though his albums always seem to be very hit or miss).  But having heard this song, I am amazed.

He was able to walk into a record label, pop this song on, and not have the record exec reach across the table and punch him after 20 seconds?  This is quite possibly the worst song ever written.  I’m sorry, I don’t want to hear about your politics, even if they happen to coincide somewhat with my own.  I’d like to hear you play a song.

So why would the execs grin and feel stiff at this?  Buttons and t-shirts.  Marketing.  Whoop.  Well, done, Ben.  A “serious” song about pop music that you can then use to whore yourself out.  If you’re dizzy, it’s excusable.

Anyway, in much the same way that whoever approved that Wolverine inflatable should be promoted, whoever ok’d this as a single should be fired.  This is awful.

So awful.  I will share.