B*witched – C’est La Vie
6th June 1998
If I ever vote in a poll for the best year in music ever, I’ll go for 1998. I’m sure thsi had more to do with it being the year I started really loving pop music and discovering the joys of being a pop fan, but I still think it was an utterly brilliant year for pop. New on the scene were, amongst others, Steps, Billie Piper, Robyn, 5ive and B*Witched.
B*Witched were my favourite band for about 18 months, beginning in June 1998 when I bought this single and I was soon assigned the role of Keavy in my school playground’s version of the band. Of course we were all 9 years old, couldn’t sing and certainly couldn’t do an Irish jig, but we tried our best and it was fun. The lyrics were ridiculously easy to learn and the high-pitched voices are not so difficult to imitate when you’re 9. Their super-smiley and squeaky clean image was tailor-made for pre-teens too and my mum much preferred them to the Spice Girls, who by now were terribly uncool. I listened to this song so many times that I can still remember the words from start to finish.