ooo, I thought of another one!
As I was re-reading my previous post (because you know I'm such a narcissistic biddy, I have to re-read everything I've ever written every couple of weeks), I realized I'd forgotten to add someone to my list of snarky loves: Jarvis Cocker from Pulp. He's such a sneery, snarky anti-pop god, he makes my panties moist. As I was ruminating on the joys of Jarvis, I thought of another lesser known (at least in the US) pop god: Neil Hannon from the Divine Comedy. I've been a Divine Comedy fan for several years, but since they're not as popular in the US as they are in the UK and Europe, their cds can only be found at expensive import prices over here and not all music stores stock their albums. Point being, Mr. Hannon had slipped my mind for a moment, but now he's back in full force.
Here he is on the National Express, a song ostensibly about public transportation (note the snarky lyrics). But Neil goes in a completely different direction with the video, as is his wont with the Divine Comedy. Nothing is ever quite what it seems, and his tongue is always firmly planted in cheek. Skinny, snarky little cheek that it is.
Here he is on the National Express, a song ostensibly about public transportation (note the snarky lyrics). But Neil goes in a completely different direction with the video, as is his wont with the Divine Comedy. Nothing is ever quite what it seems, and his tongue is always firmly planted in cheek. Skinny, snarky little cheek that it is.
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