Tuesday 8 December 2009

AIDAN MOFFAT & THE BEST OFS – KNOCK ON THE WALL OF YOUR WOMB (CHEMIKAL UNDERGROUND)


AIDAN MOFFAT & THE BEST OFS – KNOCK ON THE WALL OF YOUR WOMB (CHEMIKAL UNDERGROUND)

At some point something really bad happened to Aidan Moffat. I’m not talking about all the drunken antics and shenanigans his poor man’s growling MacGowan songs were talking about but it was some kind of moment of clarity, a weird epiphany it would seem that spoke to him and told him to “stay the course, you’re doing fine.” Was it his inner child? Did an angel Aidan appear on one shoulder and a devil Aidan appear on the other and the angel Aidan won? Whatever it was that happened to him he just fucking changed.

Personally I no longer feel comfortable around his records. Is this supposed to be some kind of serenade? What is going on with the music that accompanies this? It’s almost as if he is betraying his gin soaked roots. Be foul, be nasty just don’t be like this.

Thankfully the flipside “The Lavender Blue Dress” saves the day as its Ivor Cutler crossed with Irvine Welsh wrapped up in a Dirty Fan Male delivery is the ramblings of a dirty dirty man, like a nonce reading from Dr Seuss. Its not that content is x-rated it is that the person doing the reading is, the whole concept of the absurd positioning serves to make it seedy and when the inevitable moment of smut you expect is waiting around the corner never arrives once more you feel tricked by the most cunning of foxes.

The back cover of the single features Moffat lying on the floor in a hospital room next to some bedpans and a fan. I hope he gets better soon. There’s a ship coming in, its time to get well.

Thesaurus moment: dank.

Aidan Moffat

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