Anyways, typing in "90s hits" on Youtube make me chuckle. What a "broad" variety of psychedelic and odd videos there is out there: everything is so unedited, amusingly unpretentious, over the top, and a huge lack of tastefulness. Weird and excessive facial expressions and outfits, quirky dance moves and banal, simple lyrics.Good grief. This is entertainment on high level.
I remember there was this subtle wave of females singer/songwriters who represented the notions of strong and independent women(before the invasion of Destiny's child, Pink et al.later on) with rough attitudes and lyrics bathing in frustrations, covering the darker sides of life. Meredith Brooks,Sheryl Crow and Alanis Morrisette to mention a couple. Lyrics taking from Meredith Brooks song "I'm a bitch, I'm lover" below.

And who doesn't still have traumas caused by Shania Twain's monsterhit "That don't impress me much?." A sing-along song on most pre-drinks gatherings with the "girlies" globally at that time I think.
And who hasn't "grooved" along to the songs of La Bouche, Dr.Alban, Culture Beat, Snap etc.? The ultimate house/eurodance champions. Cheesy rap and feisty moves.
The definition of tackiness, but still, they functioned as catchy dance floor-fillers and party anthems back then. Imagining a sudden retro-wave of the 90s elements from these artists amongst musicians nowadays is however a bit unrealistic to picture.
Oh and then there was these unforgettable garage bands. Artful Dodger and Basement Jaxx.(who still are up and running). Along with the alternative controversial Britrock band "Skunk Anansie", who split up in 2001 and reformed again in 2009.
The legendary house track "Push the feeling on" by Nightcrawlers below. It has been remixed numerous times and still is a highly popular classic. One of my favorites.

The song makes me want go to a dark dodgy basement in a crowded warehouse somewhere, full of euphoric and energetic new-ravers partying till dawn with flashy glow sticks and heroin-chic clothing. No terror attack, no credit crunch, no environmental crisis hysteria. Mephedrone and Crystal meth were unknown phenomenens.
As I only were a naive kiddo paralyzed by Spice Girls at that time I wasn't the most dedicated clubber, but I can imagine that "aah these were the days". Pure sunshine bruv.