As generations move on, so does music. It’s inevitable. But what’s a tree with out the roots beneath it? As time goes by classics are born, and of course others are more than keen to jump on the band wagon, and there you have it – the cover version is born.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore the sheer art of a good cover version. It’s not just about copying a song; any washed up karaoke queen can prove us with a straight photocopy of a 60’s classic.

But with the vast amount of cover’s banging about today, is there still the same amount of recognition to the original artists?

I’d bet down to my last penny that, almost all the kids of my generation  associate “Tainted Love” with Marilyn Manson, maybe some of the more musically educated would smugly answer Soft Cell, but I doubt any have had the delight of hearing the absolute original by Gloria Jones. It’s almost insulting.

Nothing compares to the sheer horror I witness the other day. Two preteens who genuinely thought that “Don’t stop me know” was an original McFly track. There’s no words to describe how horrified I was, and there’s simply no excuse. Freddie Mercury would spin in his grave, and the remaining members my have topped themselves.