Why Nicola Roberts’s Lucky Day is Officially the Best Song of 2011
So, here we are – the Number One Song of 2011. Now, I’m sure many of those who know me worked this one out a long time ago but, if I’m honest, I chopped and changed the Top Three (HERE) back and forth the last few months more times than I can count. Choosing a song to literally be regarded as the best of a given period is a hard task. Lord know I got all but eviscerated by http://www.samesame.com.au forums last year when I fought (and won) for Example’s Kickstarts in their countdown I did. If I went from a purely critical standpoint, there is no question Lucky Day would still be Top Ten, but #1? It’s hard to say, especially in the face of big stadium-sized emote-athons like Shake It Out and Rolling In The Deep.
But there is no denying that there is just something so joyous and special about Lucky Day. It just shines. Everything about the song is so uplifting, but still yearning and vulnerable. Obviously, there’s a point where my complete and utter adoration of the song comes from it connecting in a purely personal place, but that’s the funny thing about it – Lucky Day and it’s tales of infatuation, longing and potentially unrequited love have absolutely zero relevance to any emotion I’ve felt since about 2006 (which, clearly, is as sad an indictment of my lack of love life as it is of anything else). Heck, the video resonates with me more than anything in the lyrics do. But still, in the face of all reason and Glenn-Logic, I can’t deny that I just L-O-V-E this track more than life itself. And, considering that the WHOLE ENTIRE REASON that I was inspired to set up this blog in the first place was the soul-crushing feeling of having to pretend to love homosexually adored but critically boring pop acts like Rihanna and Kelly Rowland when I did the samesame countdown last year, I’ll be damned if I’m not taking the luxury of putting my own personal favourite (that’s right – favourite) song as the number one.
When I first heard it, I described it (HERE) as “..it’s so rare that something so pure, so joyous and so utterly unique rises to the top of the slowly simmering melting pot that is modern day pop, and Nicola Roberts’s upcoming release Lucky Day is just that. A infectiously and oh so British summery romp of a song, it’s so outrageously uplifting that Meth Dealers everywhere are fearing for the jobs.” And now, almost four months on, I still don’t think I can say it any better.
The video is just perfection as well, with it’s sunny New York surrounds, it’s random Hoochie Back-Up Dancers, the animated fluorescent sperm that pop up in the background of shots and it’s defiant disregard for the proper wearage of pants. And that’s not even getting me started on the Official ‘Best (and Most Endearing) Hair Flick of the Past Two Decades.
Then, there’s the “kisses on my pillow, I’ve hundreds of those though. I want something more..” which is probably my single favourite lyrical moment in a song all year. It’s just so beautiful sad but optimistic and forceful, like an early Madonna song, at least one before she turned into some sort of super-powered Skeletor from the Paleolithic Era (and before she, you know, STARTED STEALING NICOLA’S ALMIGHTY POP HOOKS .
ANYWAY! I’m going to stop now because all the time you spend reading this is taking precious seconds away that you could be listening to Lucky Day on repeat. So, sit back, relax and ENJOY. Here it is :-
And here is the rest of the countdown, if you missed it :-