Giggles came a-plenty earlier today when I was lucky enough to witness the spectacled, pasty white, Rebel-Without-A-Grill,
Yo La Tengo-worshipping music store clerk at my local CD chain store as he attempted to help a thuggish, rough-looking gangsta
Snoopafella figure out which artist performs "Slam Dat Ass" and "I Wanna Fuck You" (predictably, the Decemberists devotee came up blank.) I haven't laughed that hard since I downloaded (almost) the entire thrash metal oeuvre of Boston's bad boys
Anal Cunt, freely available at
Loadown. If I can't laugh at tracks like
Pottery Is Gay,
Recycling Is Gay,
The Internet Is Gay,
Windchimes Are Gay,
Harvey Korman Is Gay,
All Our Fans Are Gay,
I Noticed That You're Gay,
If You Don't Like The Village People You're Fucking Gay,
The Word "Homophobic" Is Gay,
I Just Saw The Gayest Guy On Earth,
Song Titles Are Fucking Stupid and
Having to Make Up Song Titles Sucks, I don't want to be part of your revolution.
2 comments:
Lord! I loved Anal Cunt way back when. "Hungry Hungry Hippos" made me vomit laughter. I remember reading the classifieds of some zine and there was one from Anal Cunt that said something like "We need a new drummer because our current one sucks and can't keep up because he's a faggot." Something like that.
Then came their album Picknick of Love. Wow.
Or I suppose it could be spelled "picnic," which I guess it was...
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