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OMC – How Bizarre

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OMC – How Bizarre




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  • fulthrottlejazzhands

    At the risk of generalizing, I always felt this song and group kind of encapsulated New Zealand persona. Cool, but self-aware, self reflective and comical about.

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  • listerine411

    Living in the US when this was a hit, it felt very much out of place. Almost like something on Spanish radio that crossed over. Was a catchy song, but boy was it overplayed on the radio.

    I always assumed the group was Hispanic. I never dreamed they were from New Zealand.

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  • ohmyblahblah

    Had completely forgotten bout this song even existing. Its playing in my head now and i havent clicked on the video yet lol

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  • futuristMOD

    Is it just me or did this heavily remind anyone of sugar ray? Like I thought I was listening to a rip off at first…..can’t put my thumb on which song though.

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  • Built-Alternatively

    I’ve never heard this before, now on my fifth listen. I am pretty charmed by his timing on repeating “how bizarre” as though he steps out of the music for a moment to genuinely gesture “lads, seriously, it’s bizarre” lol

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  • bauski

    I remember being 8 and this song coming on the radio for the first time. My mom was driving me home from swimming lessons and we would listen to the radio. No way of knowing what this was at the time, no reference of genre, culture, history. Just a novel and different sounding song that sounded fun.

    There were many other bangers that came out that summer, but many will be forgotten through time. There are CDs pressed locally for bands that my friends were in that are now gone. Copies of copies of copies lost to the infintum of media.

    We have not been on this Earth long, but in the quick span of years we’ve been here destroying everything else, we’ve created so much as well. But time has a funny way of making it all go away. Tears in the rain… 😛

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  • Jawn_F

    I worked with a lot of radio guys back then . They didn’t really like it but there was a ground swell. It just kept hanging on without a lot of label pressure. An amazing song. An amazing story.

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  • perginas

    When I was maybe 8 years old, my mom was getting ready for work at like 5 a.m., and I was asleep nearby. I was having a very vivid innocent dream about vampires and this song came on over the radio. I never forgot that that dream or the moments after waking thanks to this song. Miss you, mom.

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  • experpernectu

    TIL the O stands for Otara in New Zealand. I must have heard the name spoken out loud because I always thought it was Ottawa – as in, in Canada. So I assumed they were Canadians. And I never looked it up because I never questioned it. Huh.

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  • DapperChewie

    I was in high school when this song came out. One day, we were doing a psychology unit and the teacher told all of us to bring an orange in the next day. We all sit down with our oranges, but no one knows why. Teacher tells us that we should take the entirety of the class period to slowly peel and eat the oranges. “Become one with the orange.”

    And then he dimmed the lights, turned on the stereo, and How Bizzare starts playing. We all start on the oranges. Song ends. Teacher plays it again.

    And again. And again. The song is 3 minutes and 48 seconds, so during the 55 minute class, he played it at least 15 times in a row. Most of us took most of the hour to peel and eat the oranges, finishing them somewhere around 45 or 50 minute mark.

    Turns out we were learning about association firsthand. Every time I hear this song (and I went maybe 15 years without hearing it before last week) I get this intense craving for oranges. I thought the association had gone away but nope. Still there.

    I’m off to find a fucking orange now, so thanks for that. They’re one of my favorite fruits so it’s not all bad I suppose.

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  • Soupy_Twist

    I definitely had this song on a mix tape recorded from the radio. Hearing it, I can smell the cassette tape and feel the crappy carpet the radio was on next to my bed.

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