Stupid Jerk
Time to Fuck
Get Off the Air
& my personal favorite
Posh Boy's Cock
A niggling little voice assures me I'd hate it, but I do love being able to read the titles.
There's another group I checked out a while back which I ended up not liking, but who had some of the finest album and song titles I've ever come across.
The group was The Liars, and they tend toward the sort of experimental noise-rock that wasn't my cup of tea even when I was young, resilient and wide open to outre sonic adventure.
Two fabulous album titles:
They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck A Monument on Top
And some equally fabulous song titles:
If Your a Wizard Then Why Do You Wear Glasses
They Don't Want Your Corn, They Want Your Kids
We Fenced Other Houses With the Bones of Our Own
Hold Hands and It Will Happen Anyway
Grown Men Don't Fall in the River, Just Like That
Mr. Your on Fire Mr.
Nothing Is Ever Lost or Can Be Lost My Science Friend
Loose Nuts on the Velandrome
Tumbling Walls Buried Me in the Debris
Come on now...'Mr. Your on Fire Mr.'?
I wanted to like them so badly.
=(
ok ok ok....I give up.
I know I won't be able to sleep tonight without at least sneaking a peek at 'Posh Boy's Cock'.
Back in a second.
Ok, so it was 59 seconds...yes, I rode the full length of Posh Boy's Cock..and a wild ride it was (if a bit stubby).
As expected, it was a punk opus about a cock belonging to a Posh Boy, sounded like early Dead Kennedys only the lyrics weren't about Ronald Reagan and our patriotic atrocities in Cambodia, they were about a cock.
Here's the first stanza, judge for yourself:
Posh Boy's Cock!
Posh Boy's Cock!
Fuckin' Shit!
If you wanna make a record, if you wanna rock
Just grab a hold of Posh Boy's Cock!
No mention of our 40th President, but plenty of cock...and even a little shit (naughty Samoans!)
Not sure how valid their advice is in this day and age, but they certainly lived up to the promise of their song title.
8 out of 10 for Posh Boy's Cock.
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