Is Wizkid On Ice Again – Etcetera

Is Wizkid On Ice Again - Etcetera

Here’s another one by Etcetera;

Six weeks ago, I was in Benin City to
support a friend who was getting married that weekend. We drove down to
Ugbowo campus of UNIBEN, laughing along the way at bini guys and the way
they pronounce certain words. We got stuck in an unusual traffic jam
and my friend who was driving, took the opportunity to reply his pings,
pausing only to turn up the radio when Wizkid’s “In My Bed” came on. A
few seconds later, he increased the volume even more. I accepted that
since I was in his car, I had to endure his choice of songs. So I
listened, trying to figure out why he was interested in that particular
song. 




Though the melody has this jingle-catchy feel, everything else
about the song is horrible. The mix brought to mind those days when
Nigerian studio engineers were still learning how to mix. The overall
instrumentation is noisy with the kick pitched high, like a headache.
Played on F-sharp minor, which is a predominantly high key for most
people, but the struggling syncopation over a lazy bass line weighs the
whole song relentlessly down. My friends know that I have a crazy
physical reaction to songs, mostly when I love it. In this instance, I
was gasping for breath by the end, as if the song was trying to strangle
me. I thanked God I was still alive when it finally ended. But as the
traffic lingered my friend put down his phone, this time to surf through
radio stations. Again, he landed on “In My Bed.” That was when I really
got scared, thinking I was going to pass out.





This year, we have had a mix of both good
and bad songs. Wizkid’s “In my bed” is one of those ear worms you don’t
want to get into your brain space for three minutes and 46 seconds.
Those who will say “WTF” is Etcetera saying? I want you to note that I
have a zero interest in persuading you to agree with me. If you enjoy
“In My Bed,” I won’t dream of changing your mind. I heard it again last
weekend at my manager’s party, and for a second, I thought it was some
kind of pain killer advert, because the radio station where I have my
show, currently runs an ad that sounds like a more palatable version of
it. My Christmas day was almost ruined when a caller on my show
requested “In My Bed” for his girlfriend. Because Christmas only comes
once in a year, I decided to grant her wish, but as soon as I clicked
play, I had the sort of physical reaction associated with someone
suddenly coming in contact with bees. And before my mind could process
what was happening, I hammered the stop button quickly, arrgh! If you
are one of those who regard this song as a standard club track with all
the necessary “thumps and bumps” and you are angry at my loathing of it,
it doesn’t bother me at all. I have fantasised for weeks about punching
this song in the eye, but unfortunately, the song doesn’t have a head,
talkless of eyes.





How can one song cram in so many failed
decisions per minute? One minute you are trying to woo a girl into your
bed, the next, you are saying Tinubu eleniyan, Fashola eleniyan. What has Tinubu eleniyan
got to do with getting her in your bed? Are you pimping her to Tinubu
or to the other names you mentioned in the song? There’s nothing wrong
with praise singing if you do it right. “In My Bed” sounds like a guy
trying so hard to get it right and therefore getting it all wrong. You
packed in the same overused lines “Anywhere I go all my people show me
love / And people trying to bad mouth me. Don’t you think by now, we’ve
heard enough of your sniffy little screech of being chased by enemies?
It is boring already. Even a connoisseur of pop trash won’t find
anything to like about a song like this. “In My Bed” is one song you
don’t need to know the lyrics, you may want to shield your friends and
loved ones from its strange concoction. It is indeed the worse song of
this or any other year. Oh sorry, this year is not over yet, so it’s
theoretically possible a worse contender could emerge, but I doubt it.
Let’s put it this way, if placed in comparison with any of Artquake’s
songs, it would still be a distant second. I can’t remember the last
time there was a hit song this whack.

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