Spitboy - Mi Cuerpo Es Mio 7" EP (1994, Allied Recordings, No.40)
Poor old Andy Abraham. Off he goes, having been handed the poisoned chalice of representing a country with a hugely unpopular foreign policy (also known as an Illegal War) in a competition with a voting system which would make Robert Mugabe wince. Poor Andy.
It's not like you can even enjoy watching his downfall, unlike last year when we were able to enjoy the "slag" Javine's exit. This is a bloke who, until he got into the last few in one of the (too) many television talent contests, was emptying bins for a living.
His ability to be seen as a 'nice bloke' was, I suppose, one of the reasons the nation's mums voted for him. It just goes to show, you can be too nice for your own good sometimes.
Someone who has never had that problem is Henry Rollins, whose macho posturing, body image fascism and misogyny became so influential in the punk and hardcore movement during the nineties, to that movement's eternal shame.
Right about the time Henry was at his peak, Spitboy, from San Francisco, were releasing raging hardcore punk with a bit of thought behind it, which was the perfect antidote to the old Muscle Mary's ravings. This three-track single, (Removal, Word Problem and Touch) kicks arse without having to get pumped up on steroids. There's not much else to say, really, except Greece are going to win, I'm voting for Latvia and whether you give a toss about Eurovision or not, you can download here.
A bit of a next morning update. Firstly, as Mrs Spithead was kind enough to point out, it was Scooch who bombed out of last year's competition, not Javine; she was the year before.
Secondly, Greece didn't win, Russia did. That's what having a stranglehold on Europe's fuel supplies does for you. Greece came second.
Poor Andy Abraham - joint last. Terrible song.
"It's only words, and words are all we have."
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