Thursday isn't the middle of the week, but it seems like it will be the standard day for mid-week content. You know, when I actually remember to do it. Or have the energy to. Or feel like it.
Having a job to pay all them bills sure does cut into my time talking about campy movies, but alas, I sure do like eating steak and drinking beer and also having a roof over my head. So, I begrudgingly accept my paycheck masters.That is, until you mooks start paying me for the little glimpses of nirvana I let'cha peek at via my brain waves and the information superhighway.
Well, this post got off-topic at record speeds.
This mid-week, I am going to give you a taste of one of my other loves: kitchy, overly dramatic covers of songs that never really needed to be covered in the first place. I know; talk about niche. These campy cover songs are usually found in heavy metal, and judging from my entries, you can tell that is a genre of music I sure love dipping my feet into. I don't plan on ever stopping, either, so you can just deal with it. In fact, I am plunging in deep again this Sunday.
But, I digress.
On the chopping block today is Johnny B. Goode by Judas Priest. You can listen to it here:
I love this song. Somehow, it took a down and dirty little ditty that made the 50's fear a time displaced McFly and turned it into an epic. The rather boring story of Mr. B. Goode becomes the headbanging Odyssey. The Aquanet Iliad. The leather-studded Beowulf. The something something Bhagavad Gita.
Yeah, I'm bored with those analogies too.
It is obscenely over-produced, they actually make the song twice its usual length, and have a chanting chorus in the background. It slides in perfectly in a mix-tape that starts off with Rock You Like a Hurricane and also ends with Rock You Like a Hurricane, because, well the bitch is hungry and it needs to kill. Also, that song rules.
Also there's the simple fact it is Judas Priest covering Chuck Berry. There is something about this that does not quite compute. I am not knocking either of them, but it just don't make a lick of sense. Then again, most of what Judas Priest did in the 80's didn't make a lick of sense.
I am not giving you the requisite Turbo joke here. I am above that.
Really, I could go on and on about how farcical this cover is. I could dissect every little nuance that makes it completely over the top. But I'm not going to. Just listen. For once, hearing is believing.