HRH and I are home alone, cooking burgers and listening to records as per our “Mommy Is Gone to Work and We Have to Fend for Ourselves Night”. Unfortunately, that means we’re listening to the ‘New York, London, Paris, Munich‘ album by M.
Let me first start out by saying that this is the biggest piece of rat shit I have ever heard. HRH paid a whipping $1.00 for it a few months back at some Record Fair because she liked the Albert Einstein pop art on the back cover. And, really, sometimes these cheap ass impulse buys pay off and sometimes they don’t…this is clearly in the later category.
This is M’s first album, released in 1979, the title being taken from a line in the chorus of the March 1979 hit single ‘Pop Muzik‘, an extended version of which is featured on the album.
And who in the fuck M is exactly, beats the living shit out of me.
And while I’m at it, how ‘Pop Muzik‘ ever became a “hit” will continue to baffle mankind for all eternity, I assure you.
It’s sythn pop taken to the ‘Nth‘ degree…and not in the good way either.
Fucking terrible.
This makes every other album on Shit List infinitely better.
