Each year, come Father’s Day, you will – as sure as Dec stands to the right of Ant – see a whole host of albums to drive to.
This is down to some unimaginative dullard who believes that, just as all mums will love an album filled with Daniel O’Donnell, Michael Bublé and Olly Murs to use as a soundtrack to washing up and sewing names into socks, so all dads will love the sound of Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Wild’, Motorhead’s ‘Ace of Spades’ and Whitesnake’s ‘Here I Go Again’ while doing the taxi run to pick Bethany up from her friend Cassie at some hideous time in the small hours.
Much as there may well be nothing wrong with ‘Ace of Spades’ in moderation, it wouldn’t be my immediate choice of in-car entertainment. As for what would make it onto a Reviewage playlist to drive to, I’m not entirely sure. Maybe this will be the topic of another blog one day.
If we were to go down the high-octane route that seems to be so beloved of this particular genre of compilation albums (which make a second assumption that any dad driving in any car at any time will be ready, willing and indeed able to bomb around like his name is Frank Bullitt in San Francisco, 1968), I might well select some of the following:
‘Freedom’ – Rage Against the Machine
‘Tinfoil Boy’ – Jamie T
‘Balrog Boogie’ – Diablo Swing Orchestra
Hey. There might even be a token gesture towards proper old school rock in the form of ‘Jack the Stripper/Fairies Wear Boots’ by Black Sabbath.
But the compilation would probably open with Sonic Youth’s ‘Kool Thing’.
Given the rather gendered approach to the marketing of the aforementioned compilations, the inclusion of this song from Goo would have a pleasing irony:
I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls
From male white corporate oppression?
Snarls Kim Gordon at one point.
It’s a sarky, snarky song, fuelled with disdain for slimy, lecherous scumbags who like to sound like they’re doing pretty little things a favour:
Kool Thing let me play it with your radio
Move me, turn me on, baby-o
I’ll be your slave
Give you a shave
I don’t want to, I don’t think so.
‘Crazy Crazy Nights’ may be many things, but it doesn’t have much in the way of sneering socio-politcal commentary to accompany its kick-ass tune.
Which is probably Kiss’s loss.