Sparks plug
May. 21st, 2007 07:39 pmMy future brother-in-law Don gave us two CDs of Sparks for Christmas, and I thought to myself, "These guys have been around longer than I have. Twenty albums, and they're still producing more. How the hell did I miss them until now?"
It turns out I'd heard a weird little song of theirs (Batteries Not Included) on Dr. Demento twenty years ago, and just before Christmas they'd been brought to my attention by Weird Al's Virus Alert style parody. But somehow they hadn't registered on my radar, despite them being exactly the kind of band I fall in love with. They combine the off-kilter quirk of Devo or TMBG with the orchestral grandstanding of Queen or ELO. This unholy blend manages to make the banal details of life sound epic and serious issues sound trivial (cf. (Baby Baby) Can I Invade Your Country?). They're arch and biting and kitschy, and never take themselves (or their listeners) too seriously.
Anyway, if you're anything like me (and I know I am), I'd suggest seeking them out. They have a song called Angst in My Pants. How can you not love that?
It turns out I'd heard a weird little song of theirs (Batteries Not Included) on Dr. Demento twenty years ago, and just before Christmas they'd been brought to my attention by Weird Al's Virus Alert style parody. But somehow they hadn't registered on my radar, despite them being exactly the kind of band I fall in love with. They combine the off-kilter quirk of Devo or TMBG with the orchestral grandstanding of Queen or ELO. This unholy blend manages to make the banal details of life sound epic and serious issues sound trivial (cf. (Baby Baby) Can I Invade Your Country?). They're arch and biting and kitschy, and never take themselves (or their listeners) too seriously.
Anyway, if you're anything like me (and I know I am), I'd suggest seeking them out. They have a song called Angst in My Pants. How can you not love that?