Radio Deconstruction: Steriogram, 'Walkie Talkie Man'

[palecur]

I offer this video as a sovereign remedy to post-convention blahs or, indeed, any blahs whatsoever of the mild to medium variety. It features ACTION KNITTING. Also, the band members display that goofy enjoyment of what they're doing that I find so charming in performers.

Click to view

In the context of devonapple's recent post about music enjoyability and the axes along which such is measured, I'd say that here vocal and instrument quality contribute the bulk of the music's goodness -- the lyrics are delivered in a staccato rapidfire that, along with the NZ accent, renders them only occasionally comprehensible. But that's ok, because the semantic content boils down to "Rock on! Yeah! Awesome!"...and that is perfectly OK. I reproduce them below the cut for completeness' sake.



[Verse 1]
Well you’re walkin and a talkin
And a movin and a groovin
And a hippin and a hoppin
And a pickin and a boppin
Those bods are being bad
You better take a stand
You gonna wake up that thing in your hand
You’re looking all around
There is trouble to be found
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
Gotta code three
Need back up
Bring me
My bright red fluro jacket

[Chorus]
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast
But he’s faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him
Going out of his tree

Well you’re walkin and a talkin
You’re my walkie talkie man
Well you’re walkin and a talkin
Go Go Go Go

[Verse 2]
Well you’re walkin and a talkin
And a freakin and a yellin
And a bossin and a speakin
And a lookin and a pointin
Always tell us what to do
With your high top shoes
And you wave your torch
With your black short shorts
Don’t let em get away
Don’t think they can play  
Nail ‘em to the wall
Cause you really need to say
Gotta code three
Need back up
Bring me
My bright red fluro jacket