The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.
Shockingly accurate.
From 1984:
The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. It was one of countless similar songs published for the benefit of the proles by a sub-section of the Music Department. The words of these songs were composed without any human intervention whatever on an instrument known as a versificator. But the woman sang so tunefully as to turn the dreadful rubbish into an almost pleasant sound.
It’s chilling that so much from 1984 fits today. From that pop music song to lotteries, tabloid newspapers, easy to get pornography, a horrible crime problem, rundown infrastructure, shortages of everything, bad tempered and rude people, spoiled savage kids, never ending, costly wars, and corrupt media.