The Waitresses
King Biscuit Flower Hour (King Biscuit Flower Hour)
by Viva Las Vegas
It’s not our fault. I mean, the current Black Hole of the music world and the uninspired state of EVERYTHING ELSE cannot be blamed on us, can it? We cultivated manic-depression through the grunge years and are now dead, medicated, or on the brink of surrender to one or the other – society’s got us under its thumb – it’s their fault, right?
And now the Big Boys have caught on that NOSTALGIA is perhaps the only thing that puts smiles on our faces anymore. Yep, they’ve realized that we’ve still got a tiny soft spot in our hardened hearts for the pop-candy music pandered to us in those mythical days, THE EIGHTIES, and that they can make fortunes offa selling the reconstituted stuff back to us like so much SPAM. And, in general, I’ll admit that I find those compilations of one-hit-wonders to be really quite yummy, but this time they’ve gone TOO FAR.
BMG has just released a live radio broadcast recording of The Waitresses on King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents (BMG). You know, the Waitresses: “I Know What Boys Like.” And what else did they do…? NUTHIN’!! But our collective nostalgia for those halcyon days of our youth has become such a money-making monstrosity that some corporate dick thought he could get away with this nonsense! I mean, what do they take us for?! I’m willing to bet that even the most Prozac-addled among us wouldn’t play the sucker to this low blow. We have some shreds of dignity left! (Somewhere.) Not even Romy and Michelle would buy this crap! I mean, The Waitresses had, like,one hit song that no one would ever want to hear live cuz it was – admittedly – perfect the first time! Gag me with that fuckin’ blackened spoon!
Honestly, though, it is more listenable than most of the grunge music I shelled out for during the nadir of my existence at private rich-kid college…
But please, gentle reader, show those yahoos in charge of this gross misdemeanor that our population demographic is not where they suspect we are – up their decadent, distended, lined-with-coke-slime assholes! I mean, I’m so sure!!
