The Not-Pop Jukebox

Apparently once a year I feel the need to post an OH SNAP!! song. The first time I posted High Top Fade was when The NPJ was but a baby blog and I didn't have this whole "Grooveshark is my best friend" thing down. Naturally, that means that I didn't have the song included in the post. Well, I'm going to not only fix that but add I'm Too Fat to Be a Hipster as well. The latter is one of those songs that's not only an earworm around my house but funny as well. I can think of few things more entertaining than my little beanpole boys bopping around the house singing it, which they do with somewhat disturbing regularity.

At any rate, enjoy the tracks from two white boys who have turned old-school rap into a DJ career. Personally, I like the gimmicky, funny old stuff more than their new things like Shake It Like a White Girl and Single Girls Rock. I'll take self-deprecation over stereotyping and misogyny any day. I do like Aussies Love Tank Tops, though.

It's mashup time again, boys and girls! Today I bring you but a taste of and entire album, free for the downloading and filled with grimy, funky, bass-filled fun. You already know I'm a fan of Minnie the Moocher so naturally I decided to share Faroff's mash of a great Cab Calloway version with House of Pain's Jump and a remix of Vaya Con Dios's Nah Neh Nah.

It's from the second installment of the Smash the Dancefloor series released last December. You can listen to a download the whole thing on the Elconep web site where you can find another 13 albums filled with mashups and remixes to get your booty moving. If you can't find something to entertain you in there then you simply aren't trying hard enough. Enjoy!

Ages ago I posted the uber-cute Blue Dragon song from Hot Lava and mentioned that I’d intended to post Apple+Option+Fire but had been distracted by the video. I think it’s high time I actually post the song that brought Hot Lava to my attention in the first place. And since it's Friday and it's been a long week that's all you get. Rest assured I'll find a lot more to say tomorrow. Don't I always?

Fair warning, these are NFSW, big-time. For no apparent reason, I was listening to Atari Teenage Riot today (Sex Law Penetration, if you’re curious) and it reminded me of what used to be called Green Jellö back when I got their first album and they hadn’t yet been sued into changing their name to the far-less-entertaining Green Jelly. The song, of course, is House Me Teenage Rave. The mental connection came not really through the sound of the songs, although there is a passing similarity, but through the word teenage. Ah, the imprecations to “put me on the wheel” that my co-worker used to sing to me!

Naturally, I had to listen to these two teenage hormone songs in juxtaposition to one another and that meant sharing with you, my darlings. I would never let you miss such a combination. And should you have missed the band back when they were actually clever and Three Little Pigs was a cult hit, do have a listen to the first album. I wonder if that old cassette is worth anything, post-lawsuit. Nabisco or whoever might pay me a bit to keep the Green Jelly Theme Song with their repeated declaration that "Green Jell-O sucks!" off The NPJ, at least. Whoops! Too late. [Disclaimer: I actually like lime Jell-O, as long as you keep the fruits and veggies out of it. Please don’t sue me, enormous corporation.]

Hands up, all of you who remember Tim Curry’s rock recording career in the late 70s. Now those of you who think I’m talking about the Rocky Horror Picture Show put your hands down again. Anyone left?

Don’t worry, I don’t either. I've heard him sing quite a lot in movies but it never crossed my mind to look for an album of his own work. Somehow I ended up with I Do the Rock. At first I didn’t care for it but I love Tim Curry so I put the song on my play list anyway. Every time it pops up I love it a little more. Finally, I’ve decided to see if I could dig up a video.

In truth, had the track not come with his name on it I would not have immediately pegged this as Tim Curry. It reminds me a bit of Plastic Bertrand’s Ça Plane Pour Moi of the same era. It’s very strange to me to think that those bygone days were thirty years ago. I wonder if Mr. Curry could still pull off I Do the Rock. Somehow, I suspect he could.