May 8, 1999
Barenaked Ladies : It's all been done
It can simply be avoided, like fresh dog turds on the pavement of pop.
Every time I am lucky enough to review the singles, there are one
or
two bands who continually crop up, despite having been flayed alive and had their rotting corpses fed to the dogs, critically speaking, on a previous meeting. They still come back for more. Recently I
had
a dream where Barenaked Ladies were performing their wry, witty, clever hit single 'One Week' on a popular TV show, grinning to each other in that blubbery twat-bearded way of theirs, and I had a huge chainsaw, with which I joyously sliced all their heads off to stop them torturing me further.
Mercifully for them, this is nowhere near as murderously
irritating.
No pseudy wordplay or in-jokes, no echoes of They Might Be Cunts, just a Traveling Wilburys B-side. That kind of paunchy MOR never gets as far as your subconscious. It can simply be avoided, like fresh dog turds on the pavement of pop.
Jim Wirth
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