They’re most often committed by whatever is playing over the supermarket P.A.
While in the Freddie today, I heard a version of the Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody” that managed to change the key and range, remove all the emotion and churn the arrangement until disgustingly homogenized to where it was indistinguishable from soft rock pablum.
I don’t know whether it was because I was tired, hungry or both, but I found the song angering and almost physically painful; I wished death upon the singer (male) and the producer for turning an immediately identifiable tune into harmless mush. The persons involved with this arrangement stripped the longing, carnality & soul from it.
They managed to chain “Unchained Melody”.
Death is too good for them. I thought of Shazam-ing the song, but realized I did not care to know who had created this aberrant perversion.