Awful gloriousness in the time of scurvy

Greetings and welcome to my first post swine flu blog. Yes folks, it seems my previous blog tempted the fates and delivered me a heavy case of pig related sniffles. It was average, but I did get a swine flu mask for my troubles and have been pretending to be Scorpion from Mortal Kombat all week long (Get over hereee)! Anyway the other week we played a strange, hazy, pig sniffly show with all round good lads Backyard Surgeons. It was a strange show for as soon as I got on stage I realised how ill I actually was. I remember feeling very dizzy on stage, looking up at the ceiling and forgetting what I was doing while I was up there. It's testament to how drunk I usually get on stage that people couldn't tell the difference between this and a un-swine filled show. After the show I met up with a fellow Kys blogger who was wearing a large horned helm and carrying a large sword that he called Fjorvasfi. We then sailed the dark and distant shores with a large fluffy headed man at the wheel, until we reach the strange lands that time forgot (Belgrave). In this dark, hemp smelling town we searched for entertainment and boy howdy...did we ever get it. In the form of The Hypnotic Crew: The whitest Hip Hop act of all time. It was glorious in its awfulness but in the end, it was one of the most entertaining things I have ever seen. And that's what it's all about isn’t it? Entertainment. All image and hype removed, these guys were fucking entertaining. For all the wrong reasons obviously, but still entertaining. And I have seen dick loads of competent, even talented acts, that have provoked far less of a reaction than The Hypnotic crew. This leads nicely to my love of awful music. After being bombarded constantly with all the wank and pretentious shitness of being a musician, its nice when you find something you genuinely love that clearly has no ulterior motive. You know that when you find a Chicago song that you love, it is solely based on the pleasant reaction to the sound. You don't love a Chicago song so you can buy a t-shirt that you think will help you get laid. You don't love a Chicago song to appear like a well rounded lover of all types of music. You don’t love a Chicago song so you can claim ownership of the band to your mates because you “found” them first. You just, for some bizarre, unexplainable reason, can't stop singing “If you leave me nowww...” and you love them for it. So I decided to enter my Top Ten Songs That I Fucking Love But Most People Think Are Just Plain God Awful, into the Triple J Hottest 100 of all time. So in no particular order...

Shakespeares Sister - Stay
You gotta love it when the evil chick cracks in. And when the guy wakes from his coma in the video clip...not a dry eye in 1992. Were they as good as Dickens Daughters though? Only time will tell.

King of Wishful Thinking - Go West
If this song doesn't increase your happiness levels then you have no soul whatsoever and water turns to ice as you pass it by. I also love how the horns in this song sound like they burst into the room unexpectedly.

Tatu - Not Gonna Get Us
They fucking rule. Will go toe to toe with any cunt that differs!

Hall and Oates - Rich Girl
All that shit above aside...I would wear a Hall and Oates t-shirt. Wonder what Oates is up to nowadays...gonna go with crack.

The Moody Blues- I Know You're Out There Somewhere.
Great song for listening to on the train as you stare dramatically at the passing scenery.

Mark Knopfler - What it is
As above.

Dolly Parton - Jolene
This is probably not the most uncool pic on some kitsch, indie level, but god damn... I would seriously put this in my favourite songs of all time.I bet that Jolene chick was smoking.

Jerry Reed - East Bound & Down
Jerry Reed passed away not too long ago and it was a rough week in the Marvel camp. A truly great guitarist who taught Chet Atkins everything he knows (About the Guitar that is... he didn't teach him calculus or anything) This song is country rockin at its finest and Me First And The Gimme Gimmes fucking butchered it. Don't change the songs around Me First. Play it how it is!

Bee Gees - This Is Just Where I Came In
I love people that can truly harmonize. Interesting side note...My dad thinks Barry Gibb looks like a lion.

Chicago - Hard To Say I'm Sorry
Will make love to anything during this song. So watch out if played in audio range of me.

I know that as soon as I put this blog up I'm gonna remember another nugget awful gloriousness... but for now I'll leave it at that.

Fuck Paul McDermott, Cheers, Marvel.