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AUSTRALIA – Milkshake Man – Go-Jo
We have a phrase in English – “not a euphemism” – which roughly equates to the French “double entendre” and the Maltese “single entendre” – but more of that later in the countdown.
In the 1970s and 1980s it got us through two to three decades of sitcoms featuring deeply subtle innuendos referring to Mrs Slocombe’s pussy, flashing knobs on the bed at Café Rene, and of course in this arena our own dearly beloved Scooch sucking pretty hard for three minutes.
The Ornest Vorkal Corch has voiced suspicions that Milkshake Man isn’t actually a song about dairy products, and I suspect she may be right. But every word is precision crafted so it legitimately COULD be.
Allow me to expand (not a euphemism).
If Go-Jo’s caramel banana ends up making him world famous, it just might be nothing more than a banoffee flavoured Frijj. By all means it’s bawdy farce handled skilfully (again, not a euphemism), but it’s well-judged to never cross the line.
Musically it’s a kind of early electronica that wouldn’t have been out of place in the charts in the post-punk/new wave era of the late 1970s and early 1980s, and it’s not out of place here. I do worry that it might stretch Go-Jo’s vocal cords in an uncomfortable manner (once again, not a euphemism), but if he can pull it off live (yet again, not a euphemism), I think there’s nothing at all wrong with this.
I’m not giving it the highest marks because my scoresheet needs some headroom for things to come, but it’s absolutely a decent attempt.
Nick’s score: 8
All I am saying is that I am glad Barbara Whitehouse is not around to see this. Poor dear.