Canadians are weird. Well, maybe not all of them. But Hot Hot Heat is pretty weird. I'm on the fence about them. On one hand, i hate Canada. On the other hand, i hate Hot Hot Heat's lead singer. Oh, nevermind. But then on my third and genetically mutated/grafted hand, I like two and a half of their songs. The rest are bipolar and nonsensical - too much see sawing from a high peak to a low valley [quality-wise]. It's all quite catchy and their lyrics are written by some sort of a deranged crackwhore with a dictionary and a thesaurus. HOWEVER. If you listen to more than two of the tracks in the same sitting back to back, you will want to shoot yourself and the lead singer to bits and pieces. Any alternative to hearing his nails-on-a-chalkboard, half-crying, unintelligeable slur of words. They're cool though. The lyrics make absolutely no sense. Or maybe so much sense that you can't make sense of it. Or maybe they make absolutely no sense.
I present you with an exerpt of what Sir Nicholas Sebastian Cavendish Cross Esq. and I misunderstood:
These bandages cover mud and scrapes,
cuts and bruises from egrets and my steaks
I've been hoping and moping around the street again
I've been tripping off of the fucking dirty water Bitch.
Actual lyrics:
These bandages cover more than scrapes,
cuts and bruises from regrets and mistakes
I've been hoping your moping around the street again
I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap.
Another set:
My bottom will never grow up to these speculations...
I still have plantations.
Oh! Oh Goddamnit.
I think I've lost Schmidt and I think I've lost Lou.
Actual lyrics:
My body will never live up to these expectations...
I still make invitations.
Oh! Oh Goddamnit.
I think I've lost it and I think that I've lost you.
Maybe we have hearing problems. Maybe we're smart asses. Maybe we lost our brains in 'Nam. Maybe....
