As I promised yesterday, we're going to have some Allo, Darlin' telling us how Henry Rollins Don't Dance. The reason the song first caught my attention was the verse in which dream-Rollins orders the DJ to play some Abba and "he raises his tiny fist to Dancing Queen". I don't know if you've ever seen Henry Rollins but his fists certainly don't qualify as tiny and I cannot, for the life of me, picture him rockin' to Abba.
But I picked the band not because they sent me music to review but because I saw the name somewhere and somehow associated it with a show I used to love, once upon a time, 'Allo 'Allo!. Now, the two don't have a thing to do with one another but I sought the band and found this song and immediately my weird associations came together. You see, hubby don't dance, either, just like poor Elizabeth Morris's beau but I dream about it anyway (though mine most often involve swing music rather than Abba).
That's perhaps rather more sharing than you need but it's Saturday night and I may or may not have been drinking mudslides so I'm willing to let you read it. And of course I definitely want you to hear the song which is all mixed up in my head with hubby having a French accent and jamming to Black Flag, with salsa horns in the background. I'd try to put that image out of your head and just enjoy the song, were I you. If you like their sound, try The Polaroid Song or My Heart Is a Drummer. I'd avoid the Allo, Darlin' cover of I Wanna Be Sedated, however, unless you want to be very, very sad. It's that slow.
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