its weird. its queer. its strange. its even almost somewhat scary. but its also catchy as hell. here is neil innes and his polka-flavored stab at slightly-satirical pop. like his stateside counterpart michael nesmith, neil innes took full advantage of the video medium in the early 1980's and used it to explore the cinematic and lucrative possibilities that emerge when music and video are married. the 'innes book of records' made an unmistakeable mark and shook up the stage of pop marketing. i've chosen to showcase one of the more avant-garde slices. neil's theatrical makeup and his parade of pretty prepubescent girls traipsing amongst daisies and daffodils coupled with a richard-lester-esque brass band is nothing short of haunting. and the song is a killer, too. hey neil, drop me a line. i'd love to hear from you. (it comes on instantly, real loud, so be ready with the workplace volume control.)
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