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
ReplyDeleteI dud consider the error of my ways, following his trenchant argument
DeleteSomebody has been listening to Courtney Barnett… not that there is anything wrong with that. We have an infamous driver in these parts nicknamed the Belltown Hellcat that could be the star of this video. Trash of the highest order. - Brian
ReplyDeleteThe Belltown Hellcat sounds a charmer.
DeleteClever of you. If Anonymous skimmed by you will have fooled them (and I don't mean Brian).
ReplyDeleteI imagine Anonymous is far too busy celebrating Bono's forthcoming transcendence to bother with me any more.
DeleteIt may have been the crushing banality of my response to the fascist post over at mine that did it. Or did I mean fascia?
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