With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
I Don't Give A Damn
The descent of dancehall reggae into juvenalia would be sad if it weren't so funny....
Of course, he's ridiculous. Anyone who records a tune called 'Somebody Just Poop' attached to a crisp digital rhythm and frighteningly realistic sound effects is not entirely sane. Yet again, there's also something sublime about the way Goofy sounds (to the untrained ear) like any other bad bwoy raggamuffin pretender. It's only closer attention that reveals his merciless mockeries.
'Normal' sets the tone with a cry for a celebrity-free world where everyone is, er, normal. The exaggerated 'Whining Machine' goes one better and deals with the curious case of the dancehall-loving woman who 'whines her body' 24 hours a day (even the preacher has to drop his Bible to come and observe the phenomenon).
Even sillier is 'Goofy's Laugh', punctuated by a verbal emission like a startled antelope. By the time 'Slam You And Leave' extols the virtues of monogamy to the strains of 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' everyone's in stitches.
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