You can't beat a social conscience, can you? This immortally-titled heap of steaming shite is about - wait for it - the evils of binge-drinking. Well, coming from the arguably the worst-dressed band in existence - ever - who number, er 'members' with names like Mike Balls, that's a bit rich, isn't it?
GOLDIE LOOKIN' CHAIN were funny for about three seconds when those of us who confess to having Viz annuals in our attics chortled over their "Your Mother's Got A Penis" effort, but the joke's wearing thinner than a used prophylactic at a kip joint at this stage. And if I have to bear that "Old son, your missus is a nutter!" chorus one more time, I gravely doubt I will be responsible for my actions.
So let's get this into perspective. Binge drinking may be the scourge of society, but if you ask me, it's not half as dangerous as the insidious havoc being wreaked by this bunch of half-baked twerps. Bugger off and leave the stoner wisdom to Mike Skinner, boyos.
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