I've become re-obsessed with this song. This is The Animals version of The House of Rising Sun. Apparently its an American (English? There's a debate) about a man who ruins himself in the House of Rising Sun - maybe a euphemism for a gambling hell or a brothel. According to Wiki it was originally sung by women - a story about a girl who runs away from home to follow her gambler lover and ends up in the House of Rising Sun.
Music should be like this. Another form of communication, another form of entertainment. It should tell a story. These days you can do anything with a passable voice and sophisticated computer equipment. The singers work more on their bodies and booty shakes than actually doing any singing. I know love makes the world go round, but surely there are more things to sing about love lost, love found, hating the ex, obsessing about the ex, finding young love, finding old love blah blah. I'm sick of it. I know i sound like my grandmother, but really nothing I've heard these days comes close to the amazing music that used to be.
I've been playing Rising Sun on loop and the throaty, gruff voice just never seems to tire me. Listen to it here or here.
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