When I hear a piece of recorded music, I always think of the effort it must have taken to reach my ears. To think that someone, or a group of people, had to learn how to do it, record it, not be self-conscious about sharing it with other people, and those people then investing a degree of marketing and plugging. I think my main point is that there has to be a degree of skill involved in making it. The rest of the stuff probably has a set of mechanisms that can be enacted. So, taking the skill of making something away in the first place removes the quality control, which means my neighbour's music makes my ears bleed.

Elbow aren't that. So, Elbow. Elbow. Elbow. There is skill in what they do. Every week I used to go to Koko in Camden (formerly Camden Palace) to watch bands being filmed for a TV show (I can't remember what it was called), and to my great pleasure, there was Guy Garvey and the lads. To my greater pleasure, this was the first time I heard "One Day Like This" and "Grounds for Divorce". Both good songs. Both songs I liked. I thought to myself oh Elbow. I like them.

But I won't put them on the list.

I have heard the songs too many times.

The songs will follow me around.

Their lead singer has a radio show. He plays music I don't like.

They are also a bit calculated, formulaic, and predictable.

But I think, most importantly, it is because everyone else likes them and that is enough.

This list is about personal discovery, not public consensus. If a track is already soundtracking every stadium montage and weekend supermarket trip in the country, it certainly doesn't need my help. I want music that still feels like it belongs to me, rather than just serving as the polite background noise to everyone else's lives.

I think the moral of this story is that supermarkets need to play more Radiohead.