8 April 2015
When I got to England I was looking forward to the aggressive fun of punk rock. Only trouble was punk rock had not yet got going.
The England I found was listening to Queen, possibly the biggest, stinkiest load of shit ever recorded, and Showaddywaddy, a stageful of wank teds.
Showaddywaddy even had their own tv show. I remember watching it and drinking straight Southern Comfort Export with the family I was staying with.
"What do you think of them?" I was asked.
"Not exactly the fucking Beatles, are they?" was as polite an answer I could manage before adding, "and it is too bad the BBC will never give Rush a show on the telly."
What the fuck had happened to the English? 30 years without a war and they had gone softer than the Queen Mom's ass.
That is what I thought of Showaddywaddy until today when I came home with a couple albums of their's from the thrift store. Fucking brilliant Showaddywaddy are. Like a more inbred version of Sha-Na-Na.
Guess anything that's rock 'n' roll's fine with me now.