Fuck Me I'm Twee

It is Friday. Of that there is no doubt. It's fairly sunny outside on the stinking streets on London, everyone's been paid, the kids are feeling fruity, and so, it's time to get saucy. Oh yes.

But first, let us take a moment – let us take a moment to enjoy the calm before the storm, if you will.

The Bobby McGee’s are as mimsy as a pink hairclip writing poetry in the park. Weeping. Bless. To back up my ever insightful assertion, may I present the following:

Exhibit A - there are stickers of cartoon insects on their demo cd
Exhibit B - there is hot recorder action in a lot of their songs
Exhibit C - at least one of them is Scottish

The prosecution rests.

They are also fucking cracking. Boy-girl swapping vocals, smile out loud lyrics, ukuleles, all recorded in what sounds like a cupboard under your hallway stairs. Brilliant. After all the unadulterated shite that’s going round at the moment, this is the soothing balm for your inflamed eary holes. Sweet sweet soothing balm. Hmm.

The two songs selected for your amusement on this day are off their A Wee Twee CD demo (exactly what it says on the tin etc etc), and are about boys and girls being friends. No Friends is the start of the affair, Kill Yourself is the end. And also a warning that you should watch the quiet ones. They're well handy with a hairclip.

They've got a bundle of live dates coming up, including tomorrow at the Anti Folk Fest at the 12 Bar Club, and 11th of May at JAMM in Brixton. Twee-mendous.

Sweet Jesus. SAUCE ME!

The Bobby McGee’s – No Friends

The Bobby McGee’s – Kill Yourself