I can’t get enough of these. The noises and timings are too perfect.
Har Har
I loved SCTV because nothing was too stupid, goofy, or weird for them to air.
Honeybus
For whatever reason, I found myself revisiting cult faves Honeybus over the weekend. If you’re unfamiliar and craving some late 60’s psychedelic/baroque/folk/pop, they could be your fix. I recommend streaming the anthology pictured above. Some good hooks and harmonies throughout, though I found myself skipping a good amount of songs. Your mileage may vary. Perhaps due to the drug-addled times, there are some oddities, such as this otherwise good song marred by a fucking kazoo. They had a top ten UK hit with this, which almost, just-about sounds like it could be a parody of the baroque pop of the time.
Speaking of twee pop parodies, nothing will ever surpass this masterpiece (said to be a parody of Ray Davies’ “Funny Face”) from Neil Innes, the man who would one day compose the entire Rutles catalog in something like a week.
Glory On His Face
Church drummers just can’t get a break.
Angela Makes This Look Easy
But it’s not.
Explore The Space
My apologies if this has been posted here before. In my senility, I can’t remember if I once saw this here or someone sent it to me. Either way, it’s always good for a laugh.
Black Books
We’ve been re-watching this series from around twenty years ago. Just as hilarious second time around. Very bastardly. More highlights here.
Word
Bassists Get The Job Done
This comically inept singer looks like a coked-up CPA trying to channel Screaming Lord Sutch. He rivals Mike Love in creepiness. If real, I’m guessing this was an open mic thing.
And all of you who ever played in a band can ‘fess up: you either struck or wanted to strike whoever did most of the singing with a guitar, bass, mic stand, cymbal stand, floor tom, etc. Or said, “go ahead and grab the mic” when you knew it wasn’t grounded.
And if you did most of the singing, you probably deserved it.