
Ah who can tell, but pause a while to marvel at such a song sitting at the top of the charts; can it be said to be a kind of 'progress' to hear "Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown" at number one when the equally crude lavatory humour of, say, Judge Dredd, couldn't get arrested as far as media exposure went in the seventies? Maybe, but I'm not convinced that the great British establishment had unlaced their corsets by that much in the nineties (lest we forget, the BBC banned Lil Louis' 'French Kiss' in 1989 just for its heavy breathing) and would it have gone quite so unnoticed had it been the product of that third cog of the trinity of nineties cult animation, the two man moral panic that was Beavis And Butthead? Probably not, but to be honest 'Chocolate Salty Balls' is so close to the knuckle I'm more inclined to see it as something that slipped through the gaps when no-one was looking than the po-faced finding a sense of humour. Hayes helps with the subterfuge no end - sure, it's a one note joke stretched thin on the rack of bad taste, but the fact that he sings it with a complete lack of nudge nudge, as if he's not in on it that joke, adds to the humour tremendously. Humour? Oh yes, 'Chocolate Salty Balls' is still a hoot that makes me laugh, but what makes me laugh more is that as an exercise in 'getting away with it, it's second to none.
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