Christmas tunes are bloody terrible on the whole. Every year I chew down to my jaw bone to the sound of Noddy Holder's over-played saccharine monstrosity. And don't get me started on the montonous, dirge of carols and hymns that accompany the festival.
Easter tunes are, thank our resurrected Lord, decidedly lacking. An area that could surely be cashed-in on. (If someone wants to buy me a Kanye West-style autotune device I will happily pen and perform a ditty about eggs, crucifixes, bunnies and the like in order to exploit this niche.)
After careful deliberation with my colleague David Quainton, I've decided the only annual tack-fest with musical credibility left intact is All Hallows Eve.
Tune-age for this increasingly Americanised Pagan festival is, surprisingly, pretty decent. So it was with eager anticipation that I hit the dance floor at the London Dungeon party last Saturday (31 October 2009), decked out in a hastily devised gothic Victorian gentleman ghost gettup.
The night was a success, don't get me wrong. I embraced the guided tour around the venue, complete with water-ride and hanging simulator. What's more, the sartorial efforts of the guests was admirable.
However, the only scary tunes spun by the DJ were Thriller and Ghostbusters. Two great ghoulish ditties, no doubt, but the plethora of missed opportunities:
Ghost Town, The Specials
Monster Mash, Bobby Pickett
Halloween Head, Ryan Adams
(Don't Fear) The Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
Dragula, Rob Zombie
Psycho Killer, Talking Heads
Born Under A Bad Sign, Albert King
Zombie, The Cranberries
Creep, Radiohead
Highway to Hell, AC/DC
Black Magic Woman, Santana
Devil Woman, Cliff Richard
Poison, Alice Cooper
For pictures and a news story on London Dungeon's Halloween Party, click here.