Much preferable is the likes of Self Suicide, wherein our heroes ponder the impact that killing themselves might have on the record sales. It's an old routine, but, at least half the time, the jokes, coupled with the Sesame Street-esque tune, are hilarious, in a stupid sort of way. Observations like "Kurt Cobain is rich as fuck, he's buried in the ground", are hardly gonna have jaws-dropping, but the gleeful irreverence might. It takes a certain kind of genius to come up with the line;
"Michael Hutchence, he's one of 'em too,
Made a hundred million quid dyin' wanking on the loo."
Best of all, perhaps, is Man-Machine, an inspired narrative concerning a fella who becomes a robot by interfacing with his ZX Spectrum. "You fucking can't go down the shop like that, man", advises his friend in the intro, "You got fucking tin-foil wrapped round your 'ead." The hook is stunningly, perplexingly ridiculous; "Half-man, half-machine, what can it mean, what can it mean?"
Who knows if anyone will give a half-baked shit in the afternoon sun this time next month? It doesn't really matter. At least two-thirds of Greatest Hits is genuinely funny, and as spoof records go, it's probably just as wonderful as the majority of Monty Python albums out there. Terrifyingly, though, it's probably just as likely to serve as "material" for the drunken sod sat next to you at the pub, regaling you with his rendition of the one about smoking a joint and then burning a hole in your tracksuit bottoms.
Shut your yack-flap you insufferable wretch, and shove your damn parrot up your motherfucking arsehole.
Thanks folks.
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