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It's a pretty good beginning, an album that kicks off with an ode to self-pleasuring entitled "Please Yourself". Well, you can't always please everyone so you might as well, because then at least someone's happy. It seems to be about going to a gig, and going back to the hotel room empty-handed as it were, for a meeting with Mother Fist and her five daughters. It's almost rock 'n' roll, and I quite like it. Ahhh, and for a 'Hi Honey I'm Home' moment, "Salivating" brings a smile to my face: 'And I'm salivating about the thought of coming home to you.' If that doesn't conjure up images of Lassie or The Littlest Hobo, then I don't know what does.
Anyone who saw that Channel 4 documentary last year about men seeking to buy a Ukrainian wife will love "St Albans", a sorry tale about a man who went to the wrong place to have sex with an Eastern European girl. Ooops, the man concerned probably returned with a slightly itchy souvenir one would guess. Say no more. A little riposte to harbingers of doom and 'get a proper job' whinges is "Don't Bury Us". No, I wouldn't worry as most people lack the physical fitness it takes to manually dig a proper six feet deep grave, nowadays. All that reality TV watching has seen to that. And it all goes country-tastic for "The Girls In This Town", a ditty that would have Shania Twain tearing her perfectly coiffed hair out. 'They don't just lie there' according to this song – I should hope not, what are you paying them for otherwise? It would be very poor value for money otherwise, yes indeed. All in all, it's a listenable, witty, quirky bundle of songs. Nice! |
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