Thanks to Doug K for the guest post:
The Dead Milkmen. What the hell kind of a name is that? Milkmen are anachronistic at best and dead? How many milkmen typically gather in a group to do their long since unnecessary jobs at which they have now turned up deceased? Who kills the milkman?
Ha ha. I’ve needlessly attempted to deconstruct the name of an semi-obscure punk band in order to entertain you. This is what Joe Jack Talcum and the boys do relentlessly up one side of half-assed slacker anthems and down the other side of stand up comedy routines featuring Joe Jack’s chiming, charming, almost apologetic guitar. He floats around the recordings like an elderly matron checking on each of her ballroom guests to make sure the decorations are exciting enough. Oh and he kinda sings.
Back in the mid eighties when music had to be purchased from reputable vendors I came across a brightly colored record album with the name of the band spelled out in playdough. I bought it immediately what with my cutting edge rock and roll sensibilities screaming the next big thing although it was more the playdough and the ridiculous teenage pot habit that brought me into Scotty’s World. Damn near cried when I heard that song. Here we’d been trying to make friends with the badger, dancing to anything down at Tacoland and spreading out disembowelment towels for the atomic Fern’s blood orgy and now their singing about the newly hairless dog and his many intravenous tubes. It was like Old Yeller for the disenfranchised. And me I guess being middle class and literate and all. But damn, the freakin’ dog dies! How’s that for a kick in your jaded punk ass.
I never forgot the emotional damage that album Bucky Fellini ( change the first letters around) ha ha ah. Good times but then I found myself in the reputable shop again only this time it was the ultimate and final word in formats the cassette tapes I was perusing. The newest Dead Milkmen offering jumped up and spit right in my wishing I was more stoned lightly bearded face. Big Lizard in My Backyard. And there was a picture of a big green lizard and a yellow background that just really tied the picture together. I’ve got to buy this product I screamed internally and then did so. Listening to the cassette was not nearly as funny as I thought it would be. But I’m all messed up on cough syrup now so just like , nevermind. en mmore
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