Still in a severe state of shock after yesterday's nightmare, I stumbled upon an Irish band who were far more deserving of a vote than Bono... or their almost namesake.
Tramp are from both sides of the Irish border, united in a terrific "alt-indie" racket with some amusingly snipey lyrics.
Lowered suspension
You rev your engine
You're compensating
You think I'm waiting
For a manly manly manly boy like you
You're the reason I like girls too
You'll wreck your exhaust giving off
All that testosterone
I'm weak at the knees
From your Lynx pheromones
Your lion-compass-rose tattoo is a red flag
Surely she doesn't want you all because she's a slag
Cruising estates
Looking at your face
Is like looking at a red light
When I'm running late
Alpha of the pack
Out on the attack
The things you say wouldn't be okay
Even if she was of age
I misread the title first time and thought Anonymous must have shamed you into changing your ways
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