Hump Day in Corporate Hell

I rocked* out my 3600m  swim workout this morning and now I’m settling into my day at Ground Zero with my PowerPoints trying to make heads or tails of productive revenue and other financial bullshit.  *Sigh*.  Anyway, I’m kicking off the Corporate Hell festivities today with the self-titled album by Fuzzy Duck.


Yes, Fuzzy Duck.

So let’s start with the obvious:  Who the fuck is Fuzzy Duck?

Hey, I’m a poet and don’t even know it.

Anyway, Fuzzy Duck was an English progressive rock group from London, formed in 1970. This eponymous studio album was released in 1971 and features Mick Hawksworth of Five Day Week Straw People and Andromeda (who is also credited with playing the cricket bat on ‘In Our Time‘), as well as Crazy World of Arthur Brown keyboardist Roy Sharland and drummer Paul Francis of Tucky Buzzard (and later of Tranquility). The band was not named after the drinking game (yup, it’s true…click HERE), but after the album art designer, Jonathon Coudrille who, apparently, goes by “Fuzzy Duck”.  Unfortunately, the group disbanded soon after the release of this full-length album.  When it was originally released, only 500 pressings were made, making the original vinyl LP extremely rare now (thank you, YouTube).

This album stands as a classic example of 70’s progressive rock, with a bit of funk thrown in for shits n’ giggles and, occasionally, a spicy blast of heavy psychedelia because, hey, why not?  Basically,  the band sounds a bit like Atomic Rooster meets Steppenwolf, but with a tad more cheerfulness.  They’re English after all.

Time Will Be Your Doctor‘, the funky opening track, pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the album with the heavy groove and blistering guitars. ‘Mrs. Prout‘  is another great long track with great positive themes which are well and truly appreciated early on a Wednesday morning, believe me.  ‘More Than I Am‘  is another cool track, kicking off heavy riffs and a great refrain.  Also included are four bonus tracks that were not included on the original release which is odd because they’re definitely no afterthought tunes.

And thus begins my long day of financial calculations, mathematical equations and high level business acumen.

Pass the Tylenol.

* “Rocked” is a rather subjective term because even though I felt like I might have been rocking out those 50m sprints in the beginning, once the Olympic triathlete got in the lane beside me, suddenly, those 50m’s feel like I was moving through hot tar.

About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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