The Duke On "Eamon - I Don't Want You Back"

The Duke On "Eamon - I Don't Want You Back"

Ooh, he said "fuck".

The Duke's fiancée, The Duchess, is often perplexed by her partner's spending habits. When I come out of the DVD or record emporium baring 60 quid's worth of stuff that I announce to be totally repugnant shite, she is mystified. Why would I buy this, if it was all the repugnant shite and ridiculous motherfucking nonsense in the world?

The answer to this bizarre conundrum is that The Duke is powerless over nice packaging, and the promise of a commentary or two, and also, a thing by the name of Cultural Significance. Some stuff, whilst certainly aesthetically worthless, and also morally indefensible, is also quite interesting with regards its place in the "pop-culture" and so on.

Anyway, what happened was I went in to pick up that two disc Frankenstein / Bride Of Frankenstein and also some other stuff, and came out holding not only those glorious purchases, but also this album by the name of I Don't Want You Back, by Eamon.

There have been some highly significant Eamon's in the past, to get all contextualised for a second, motherfucker. Eamon DeValera, for example, the man who invented Ireland or something. I didn't like his opinions, and his fondness for the fascists and what not, but you can't ignore his influence.

This Eamon is somewhat similar to that earlier one, in that I don't particularly have any desire to hear misogynist high-school bullshit being yacked out by some motherfucker what looks like Prince on the front cover, but it's kinda interesting how this blatantly chauvinist, sexist piffle has been so successful.

There's been comparisons to Eminem, but they mostly boil down to the fact that both say Bitch and Fuck a lot, sometimes in the same sentence, sometimes with barely a syllable between them.

Here's the difference, though. For all his "Bitch, you think I won't choke no whore till her vocal chords don't work in her throat no more?" you kinda got the impression with Eminem that there was something else going on in there, something that made listening to The Marshall Mathers LP a worthwhile experience, not to mention the wit involved in those lyrics. I imagine if Oscar Wilde had lived to see her ascent, he too would have written about how he wants to fuck Jennifer Lopez even if she was his own mother, and how he'd do it without a rubber and have a new son and a little brother at the same time. I'm guessing Oscar would have been full of witty shit like that, if he'd been born a century later.

This Eamon fella, though, his rantings are decidedly one-note throughout. "Bitch, you a Ho". Then about how "when I take you places, you know your place", and so on. "Could it be you're acting like a whore?", he hypothesizes, when wondering what seems different about his Ho of the moment. And on and on and on. It gets a bit fucking grating, is what, and it has as much wit as a volcanic burst of flatulence at a frat party.

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