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A timeless ballad of longing and devotion, “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers, entered the world in 1965. The song falls under the genre of pop ballad, a style known for its emotional lyrics and powerful vocals. Bill Medley and Bobby Hatfield, the duo that makes up The Righteous Brothers, delivered exceptional performances that resonated with listeners. Phil Spector, famed record producer known for his signature “Wall of Sound” production technique, is credited with producing “Unchained Melody.”

“Unchained Melody” though, wasn’t originally sung by The Righteous Brothers. The song actually has a bit of a complex history. It was originally written in 1955 by Alex North, a composer known for his work on film scores. North composed “Unchained Melody” for the prison drama film “Unchained,” starring Audie Murphy. The song was sung by Todd Duncan in the film, but it wasn’t until the Righteous Brothers’ rendition that “Unchained Melody” became a global sensation.

Released in 1965, The Righteous Brothers’ version of “Unchained Melody” achieved immense success, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song’s enduring popularity is evident by its continuous presence in popular culture. It has been featured in numerous films and television shows, most notably the 1990 romantic drama “Ghost,” starring Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore. The song’s emotional resonance has propelled it to be covered by countless artists across various genres, from country to rock, further solidifying its place as a beloved classic. “Unchained Melody” remains a powerful testament to the enduring strength of a ballad, leaving an undeniable mark on music history.

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