
The Undertones were one of the best pop punk bands of all time. I spent many of my teen years listening to their selftitled debut album obsessively. Along with Ebba Grön's We're Only In It For The Drugs, The Clash's Give 'Em Enough Rope and The Sex Pistols' Never Mind The Bollocks it became a solid foundation for all the music I've enjoyed since.
Then suddenly one day circa 1992 I saw these four and a half minutes of utter gayness:
It was Undertones frontman Feargal Sharkey singing his 1985 hit single A Good Heart. Ironic, since it almost gave me a fucking heartattack.
How could someone sink this low? How could someone degrade themselves to such a ludicrous degree? How could anyone go from fronting The Undertones to becoming a vomitous cross between Mick Hucknall and Paul Young? It was almost as bad as when Cal of Discharge decided he wanted to be Axl Rose:
This was no more than a betrayal. A dagger dipped in poison and swiftly inserted between the fifth and sixth rip. Like when Tom G. Warrior felt the best thing to do was to emulate every move ever made by C. C. DeVille:
Fuck you, Feargal Sharkey. You slut. I may curse your black heart from here to etenity, but no matter how hard you try you will never take that first Undertones record away from me.
Never! I will not let you get away with it, you fucking Irish soul-rapist!
(mp3) The Undertones - Family entertainment
(mp3) The Undertones - Smarter than U (recommended!)
(mp3) The Undertones - Mars bars
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1 comments:
yes--utter gayness! thanks, metal bastard, for etching that into my mind...
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