March 23, 2000
The Platinum Album
It's shit. All their songs are shit. Profoundly shit...
4 / 10
Clothes label Diesel are trying to freak us out, man, with their 'surreal' adverts. Pah! Amateurs! Unfit to lace the highly polished dolphin-skin jackboots of the head-fuck pop phenomenon known as Vengaboys.
Who are they? What are they? What are they trying to say? Vengaboys go beyond 'bland' and into some twisted nightmare dimension where the blatant promotion of loose-knickered, tit-flashing, pansexually promiscuous two-fisted pig-fuckery meets The Smurfs.
, on 'Uncle John From Jamaica', you shiver. Like a dog. Like a very cold dog.
Vengaboys are the abyss that Neecher warned us not to look into. So don't.
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