I have to admit that the very concept of a "guilty pleasure" feels somehow elitist. A rock critic pretense, if you will. After all, music is meant to entertain you, so if you like it, where's the guilt? But, c'mon, let's be honest here. For those of us who take some semblance of pride in our musical knowledge, in the utter hipness of our music collections; for those of us who make sure to prominently display our original pressings of the Jesus & Mary Chain's Psychocandy and Mission of Burma's Signals, Calls and Marches EP (in vinyl, of course) where they'll be casually stumbled across by those who visit our homes; for those of us who feel the instinctive need to berate Elton John, Billy Joel, Madonna, and the latest multi-platinum-selling pop star.. well, yes, it is somehow important to maintain that distinction between music which is somehow objectively cool and important and relevant, and that which is populist dreck.
But find a hipster music-lover who touts the joys of Public Image Ltd.'s second album until he's blue in the face, and I'll show you a closet Abba fan.