This song is memorable for two reasons that formed an unlikely union. Namely, I both bought it and despised it. I'm uncertain which idea formed first. In fact, I think the two are inseparable. More puzzling was the fact that everyone I knew did exactly the same. It was as if an entire generation had a momentary, collective taste breakdown.

Two Princes was a trickle of shit from the arse end of, so called, grunge. It was like pub funk, so far in the middle of the road, it formed a cat's eye for daytime Radio pluggers. Spin Doctors, a bit like Pearl Jam were the type of band that the music industry cack handedly linked to Nirvana due to the bands choice of ragged sweater and hint of husk in the vocals.

The video made things worse. It was like salt in a septic wound. The premise mainly consisted of a man, dressed like a tramp - the singer - flapping his arms like a chicken, dancing around amongst the leaves. It was if he was directly mocking me, smugly assured that I would neither be able to rid myself of the album or the mar it left on my teenage, music purchasing credibility.

I remember the walk of shame to independent record shops, wincing as I sold a bag of cd's for sweatshop prices and waiting for the inevitable response . They would look at me and say, 'I'll take these for �4.50 ' and hand back the Spin doctors album. I never bothered to ask why they wouldn't take the album. It was an unspoken understanding. And we both knew that they had bought a copy too.