
Mr. Brightside
Flowers wrote it after a bad night at a Vegas bar; Britain has kept it charting past 500 weeks.

Flowers wrote it after a bad night at a Vegas bar; Britain has kept it charting past 500 weeks.

A stomping riff, a desert studio in Joshua Tree, and the band's first single to reach the Billboard Hot 100.

Two songs welded together, the tempo dropping a minute in, and a sniper film lending Kapranos his double-edged title.
A wordless chorus half of indie rock then copied, and Bowie sang it onstage with the band in 2005.

Zinner's looped riff, twenty minutes of writing from Karen O, and a video where the tears are real.

Marr's melody came from a New York hotel room, the title from Sandie Shaw, and misery never sounded so cheerful.

Reprise rejected the album, Wilco streamed it free, and a sister Warner label put out these swooning strings instead.

Vernon cut it alone in his father's Wisconsin hunting cabin over a winter, and the falsetto still sounds snowbound.

Julian Koster's singing saw over double-tracked acoustics, cut in Denver with Robert Schneider, and a chorus that faces death smiling.

O'Rourke mixed this one song as an audition, won the whole album, and Wilco made it the opening track.

An arpeggio out of Chicago house, a sample from the Cassini Saturn probe, Lennox wanting only a home.

Coyne wrote it during Drozd's recovery, a plain statement about mortality that Oklahoma voted its official state rock song.

Sub Pop pressed it as a one-off single in 2001; three years later Garden State made it a generational password.

Every instrument distorted at Schneider's Denver studio, and Mangum turns an elegy for Anne Frank into pure forward momentum.

Malkmus turned a fake band advert into a hook, and Pavement's snipe at image became their biggest hit.

Nigel Godrich's sessions got scrapped, Gordon Raphael came back, and the descending twin-guitar riff turned everything into a sprint.

Goldwasser wrote the music at nineteen in a dorm room, an exercise in stereotypical pop that outgrew itself.

Tamborello sent instrumental DATs to Gibbard, who added vocals and shipped them back; his first happy love song.

Sleigh bells, trumpets and a choir stacked into one crescendo, and Stevens cut five different versions of it.

Horns and clarinets swell over guitar in a converted Wisconsin veterinary clinic; Grammy voters nominated it for record and song.