Billie Eilish's Global Smash Reaches Its First Year On The Charts
Billie Eilish is in the middle of an exciting week on the music charts in the United Kingdom. She sees multiple titles reach a mark that's especially meaningful as her latest full-length turns one year old. The breakout track from Hit Me Hard and Soft, "Birds of a Feather," continues to soar alongside the full-length that produced it, as they share in the glory this frame.
As of this frame, "Birds of a Feather" has spent a full year on the Official Singles chart. It's not terribly common for any track to rack up 52 stays on the ranking of the most consumed songs throughout the U.K., and it's quite the achievement for any musician to see even one cut make it to that milestone.
At the moment, "Birds of a Feather" drops slightly from No. 35 to No. 37 on the Official Singles chart. It never quite made it to the top spot, but it did peak at No. 2, becoming one of Eilish's highest-rising successes in the country.
"Birds of a Feather" is Eilish's second smash to rack up a full year on the Official Singles chart. It joins only "Bad Guy," which has long stood as not just Eilish's star-making track, but also her longest-running success in the U.K. That tune held on for a total of 68 frames during its heyday.
Another tune taken from Hit Me Hard and Soft stands out as Eilish's third-longest-running success on the Official Singles chart in the U.K. "Wildflower" sits just 10 stays behind "Birds of a Feather," with 42 weeks on the tally. It too is still present, but it might not hold on for much longer. This time around, it drops from No. 89 to No. 96 on the 100-spot roster, so it seems like it will vanish sometime soon, and it may not have a real shot at reaching the one-year landmark.
"Birds of a Feather" doesn't just reach a full year on the Official Singles chart — it also hits that same number on the other three U.K.-based rankings on which it currently appears. The tune drops on both the Official Singles Sales and Official Singles Downloads lists, but manages to step up one spot on the Official Streaming ranking. On that tally, it nearly returns to the top 10 but stalls at No. 11.
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