OFFICIAL SECRETS ACT – THE GIRL FROM THE BBC (ONE LITTLE INDIAN)
Despite the nice guitar sound there is something horribly flouncy that serves to hold this song back. Then once it really “kicks in” there is something so horribly lacklustre about the whole affair that it makes me want to go outside and find the nearest tramp or pregnant lady and kick them firmly between the legs with my biggest boot possible.
Just what is the fucking point of this song, record and band? This is a seven inch single on vinyl, this dross is quite literally killing the planet and with me wasting electricity on playing it on my turntable in a way I am joining them in draining the planet’s resources. Now who is the bigger bloody fool now?
With a chorus that features “do do da da do” or something equally tedious in a way it does sound like Gary Numan on a crap day using guitars instead of robots and computers but also it is the band Menswear that comes to mind as I lock and load my shotgun and consider doing bad things if this song does not finish soon.
When they talk about the girl from the BBC is it any particular one? Can’t we possibly get hold of her (them or it) and get them persuade this band to do something else, to talk them down and never look back? Can we?
The song has finished now and the sun has actually come back out. All good things.
Thesaurus moment: meh.
Official Secrets Act
One Little Indian
Despite the nice guitar sound there is something horribly flouncy that serves to hold this song back. Then once it really “kicks in” there is something so horribly lacklustre about the whole affair that it makes me want to go outside and find the nearest tramp or pregnant lady and kick them firmly between the legs with my biggest boot possible.
Just what is the fucking point of this song, record and band? This is a seven inch single on vinyl, this dross is quite literally killing the planet and with me wasting electricity on playing it on my turntable in a way I am joining them in draining the planet’s resources. Now who is the bigger bloody fool now?
With a chorus that features “do do da da do” or something equally tedious in a way it does sound like Gary Numan on a crap day using guitars instead of robots and computers but also it is the band Menswear that comes to mind as I lock and load my shotgun and consider doing bad things if this song does not finish soon.
When they talk about the girl from the BBC is it any particular one? Can’t we possibly get hold of her (them or it) and get them persuade this band to do something else, to talk them down and never look back? Can we?
The song has finished now and the sun has actually come back out. All good things.
Thesaurus moment: meh.
Official Secrets Act
One Little Indian
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