You lot may be an absolute SHOWER, but I still treat you with professional courtesy. Which is why, despite your lack of appreciation for the LOVERBOY, this post comes with a WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This may be the worst record ever. Now, as a semi-retired music journalist, I have undergone years of training, so that when confronted with the abject horrors of the new Manic Street Preachers, Ash or Foo Fighters record, I can survive the attempted aural assassination and, depending on who’s paying, lavish it with disgust.
However, what I am about to give to you is so horrible, I had to spend 48 hours in a bamboo cage, with my Filipino boy beating me about the head with a seal cub as he sang in his delightfully pidgin English, the entire recorded output of Radiohead and Coldplay. Only then was I able to listen to this, and only once.
Be WARNED!
The Ogden Edsl Wahalia Blues Ensemble Mondo Bizzario Band, for it is they, was a band formed in 1970 in Omaha, Nebraska. The band’s “career” began by playing the Omaha and Lincoln circuits for about four years until in 1974, the members expanded throughout the midwest with a ten-piece band. Between 1974 and 1976, the band recorded an LP, Stuffed, released on the Sunburn record label. Fortunately, a tsunami heard their performance, and despite Nebraska being thoroughly landlocked, took a 10,000 mile detour to kill them all.
Ogden Edsl was inducted into the Nebraska Music Hall of Fame on 27 October 2001 at the Ranch Bowl in Omaha. This tells you everything you ever need to know about the colonials.
Now download this, peasants.
“Kinko the Clown”, is the heartwarming story of a childrens party clown who is actually a complete and utter speedofile, and probably a kiddy murderer, as well. They were good days, the seventies. A simpler, happier time. Well, for speedofiles anyway.
If you recover, come back and beg for the LOVERBOY. Gits
16 responses so far ↓
John Q Wagonwheel // June 5, 2008 at 8:33 am |
I actually already have this on Dr. Demento compilation. That’s just the sort of guy I am. A paedo*.
*Not really, kids!
John Q Wagonwheel // June 5, 2008 at 8:34 am |
on a Dr. Demento compilation*
Who needs indefinite articles anyway? Wishy washy bastards.
John Q Wagonwheel // June 5, 2008 at 10:03 am |
I still hold that Julie Brown’s ‘The Homecoming Queen’s Got A Gun’ is the worst novelty song ever.
Heavenly Demise // June 5, 2008 at 4:50 pm |
Oh my sainted demon’s arse! The woman in that picture has actually, just scared me!
Mr H // June 5, 2008 at 5:11 pm |
Ha! So much for the powers of the GOTH. Scared by a fat beast shoving burgers up a turkeys ARSE.
You won’t put up much of a fight come the INVASION.
Thumper Plowman // June 5, 2008 at 6:13 pm |
Mr H, you are giving us songs so obscure that 18 Year old Blue Peter Badge Holders already have them on compilations. Time to move up a gear, I think.
That song is completely pish by the way, like an even less funny version of the Flo and Eddie Zappa period.
godshatmyipod // June 5, 2008 at 6:42 pm |
Don’t worry – the next post round this way will feature some LEATHER clad chicks from the eighties SLEAZE rock daze.
John Q Wagonwheel // June 6, 2008 at 8:04 am |
It’s ok, I have some rather obscure/terrible music tucked away about the place. Although this week I’m devoting myself to the brilliant but very rare (now selling at 23oUSD) 5CD compilation ‘Atomic Platters – Cold War Songs From The Golden Age Of Homeland Security’ featuring such classics as Fay Simmons’ ‘You Hit Me Baby Like An Atomic Bomb’ and The Kavaliers’ ‘Get That Communist, Joe’ and who could forget Walker Edmiston as Barky in ‘I Dreamt I Saw Khrushchev (In A Pink Cadillac)’
Chuffing grand. I’m in London, by the way, theres no posting discrepancy with my blog. I just happened to find a computer and went on here. You must be so proud, Hammy.
Mr H // June 6, 2008 at 8:22 am |
As we have previously established, the name is Mr H.
Which means you’re perilously close to being barred. But as you are now officially, the Saddest Person In The World, I’ll let it slide.
PS – other peoples computers are why internet porn was invented. [shakes head and sighs]
John Q Wagonwheel // June 6, 2008 at 8:27 am |
Sorry Stu.
You’re just jealous.
Mr H // June 6, 2008 at 8:41 am |
Actually, it’s true. I am jealous.
Because the only way I will ever get to marvel at how fabulous I am, is to be one of the many people marvelling at how fabulous I am.
But then I wouldn’t be me, which would make me sad at not being as marvellous and fabulous as Mr H, what with only be able to marvel at how fabulous he is, as opposed to being as marvellous and fabulous as I am.
[sighs]
Mr H // June 6, 2008 at 8:44 am |
PS:
Watch out for the soon coming Spiderfest – the much vaunted sequel to the Loverboy Loverfest -this time featuring eighties Scousers, the tea drinking, boogie merchants SPIDER!
Thumper Plowman // June 7, 2008 at 7:23 am |
Spider? Not the “Rock and Roll Gypsies” Spider? Not the Spider who were a less adventurous version of Status Quo? Not the Spider who were suggested by Kerrang! as being a potential source for Spinal Tap (along with Saxon. Obviously)? Not that Spider? No, it couldn’t be.
Could it?
Heavenly Demise // June 7, 2008 at 5:25 pm |
I’m telling you she’s scary. Give me the horrors of Dante, the creations of Romero, the tales of Lovecraft the experiments of Igor any day!
Mr H // June 8, 2008 at 8:28 am |
Sir Thumper – yup
Ms D – hand in your GOTH badge on the way out.
Heavenly Demise // June 8, 2008 at 4:01 pm |
Mr H, what you don’t find her scary, not at all? Sheesh, really, she’s making be want to barf with fear.
Actually, I have a horrible feeling that when I say I’m scared of her, you think proper scared not the type of scared for instance, when you walk past a neighbours house and he’s mowing his lawn, topless and the sight of his HUGE beer belly is enough to make you walk a little faster from such a fearful horrible sight. Or, for you guys, walk past and a REALLY, fat woman is mowing her lawn in a skimpy summer outfit and her huge butt is trying to escape her skimpy shorts and her fat arms are all white and wobberly. That type of scared.