Boris The Sprinkler – Saucer To Saturn – Review

Boris The Sprinkler

Saucer To Saturn (Bulge)
by Joshua Brown

Reverend Norb sure has a way with words. Anyone who has read his monthly MaximumRocknRoll column can attest to that. “I won’t buy you a vowel ’cause you think you’re Mrs. Howell cryin’ foul after letting me connect the dots… I wanna get to third base with you. Na na na. Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa.” Truer words were never spoken in a sub-Tesco Vee voice. The rhyme schemes and chord progressions are insultingly simplistic in the same fashion that makes Bazooka Joe comics such compelling reading. In both cases, you wonder what could be wrong with you for giving your undivided attention. Whether you throw like a fag or not, make sure to have the lyric sheet in front of you whilst listening to Saucer To Saturn.

P.S. Gratuitous lyrical inclusion: “I’m an asphalt-kickin’, sticker-stickin’, special fourth-class postage-lickin’ fractal pterodactyl with a dayglo eye… I’m a toner-using loner, I’m a Batman with a boner, I’m a Camel-smoking mammal with a skinny tie.”

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