My choice is easy, since it haunts me still: "Broken Wings" by Mr. Mister. Strident, screechy vocals, sententious, self-important lyrics, and nearly endless play in the summer of 1985, the summer I spent working in a greenhouse, a job I loathed to the core of my being. If hell is other people, it'll be Mr. Mister for me.
Then again, if you like it, no big.
