Regretfully Indifferent

I have officially found the greatest band to ever live. Now some of you may be confused by my use of the word "greatest". In this rare case, greatest means worst. The Shaggs recorded their debut album "Philosophy of the World" in 1968. Three sisters with little to no musical talent entered the studio with nothing but their instruments and a Father with fame in his eyes. Songs were recorded, eardrums were shattered, but in the end there stood a recording of such purely horrible musical quality that the world began to take notice. 35 years later I discovered them. This gem of a CD thumbs a nose at traditional musical conventions, such as melody and structure. The music glares at subtly abusive adjectives and laughs the laugh of a man that knows he smells horrible, but knows people are too afraid to tell him. Songs like "My Pal Foot Foot" and "Who Are Parents" stand out among the fold as the only two songs that don't sound like drunken impromtu. I am proud to have had the pleasure of enjoying these classics. Sometimes we must pay the price for our lust for originality. The price of listening to The Shaggs: laughing your head off while hitting repeat. Fight the Power. Stay Informed.