If you've decided to tune to a station that (apparently) appeals to the masses in its playing of classic hits from the 70s, 80s and 90s, then really... you only have yourself to blame when you find your ears bleeding while stuck up a ladder, painting, unable to stop because you've got the perfect run of paint-daub happening along a crisp ceiling white edge.
When you hear 1927 singing That's When I Think Of You.
"I'd go mad", he sang. No shit.
