Stupid Replacements, turning me off the Minneapolis/St. Paul scenes! Blah!
Why has Toxic become such the typical indie/hipster answer for "Name a pop song from the last 10 years that you think is actually cool" ??
Psssshaw.
Shut Up And Drive was pretty good
You're a fool.
1, 2, 3, O'clock, 4 O'clock Cock
5, 6 , 7 O' clock, 8 O'clock Cock
9, 10, 11 O'clock 12 O'clock Cock
We're gonna rock...around...the cock tonight....
Put your cock rings on and join me, hon,
We'll have some fun when the cock strikes one
We're gonna rock around the cock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, cos it's a broad's delight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the cock tonight.
When the cock strikes two, three and four,
If my cock slows down you'll yell for more,
We're gonna rock around the cock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, cos it's a broad's delight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the cock tonight.
When the Edge's chimes ring five, six and seven,
We'll be right in shuttlecock heaven.
We're gonna rock around the cock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, cos it's a broad's delight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the cock tonight.
When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too,
I'll be cockin' strong and so will you.
We're gonna rock around the cock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, cos it's a broad's delight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the cock tonight.
When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then,
Start a rockin' round the cock again.
We're gonna rock around the cock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, cos it's a broad's delight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the cock tonight.
Stupid Replacements, turning me off the Minneapolis/St. Paul scenes! Blah!
I hope that's not quite the case. For what it's worth, my inability to "get" The Replacements is one of my greatest guilts, in the art world. Right up there with Sonic Youth, James Joyce (ie, Finnegan's Wake), Rembrandt, and Fellini. Well, maybe not quite "right up there," but at least in the same ballpark, if not parking lot thereof.
Something made me think of this recently:
Whatever. I think it's hilarious.
You have been missing out on years of fantastic music.
But, admittedly, I haven't listened to Hüsker Dü yet. I need to get around to doing that pretty soon.
And then they won some key out-of-town fans. In March '80 they arranged to play a Chicago show the same night as Black Flag was playing, billing it as a Black Flag afterparty. Sure enough, Greg Ginn, Chuck Dukowski, Dez Cadena, and Spot showed up at the tiny club and were blown away by Hüsker Dü. "We were on fire," says Mould. "We were way too jacked up on everything, amphetamines in particular. I just remember bouncing from wall to wall to wall, just throwing myself off the walls. And I had this hammer and I was smashing stuff. We were just going nuts."
"We were on a mission," Hart explains, "to impress the hell out of Black Flag."
By the end of the set, Hart had knocked over his kit, drums and cymbals spread over the floor. The band retreated to a utility closet, where they found a paint bucket that Mould heaved out onto the floor, splattering blue paint everywhere. A woman who worked for the club got angry at this and began scooping up the paint with a cymbal and flinging it onto Hart's drums. "Not a smart move," says Mould. "So we went flying out there, and he grabbed her and threw her down in the paint and them picked her up and started bouncing her off the wall. She was leaving these blue butt prints."
The Black Flag guys looked on in astonishment. "They were sort of scared to come back, but they were just like, 'Uh...What are you guys?'" says Mould. "We're like, 'We're Hüsker Dü, who the hell are you?'"
If you try to give them another go, I'd try listening to Let It Be, Tim, and Pleased to Meet Me again. That's pretty much their peak right there.
This makes me look like a depraved fuck cos you're not providing any context.
And the rest of your posts don't?
Also, there's a Soft Bulletin vinyl reissue out. It looks gawjuss.