Zombie Jamboree
Posted on Thursday, July 31, 2008
You know, there are some songs from childhood that sink into your consciousness by accident. Some of them are songs that you hear from your mother or your father, while others are just incidental.
You’re at home, half-hearing music on the radio, bored out of your mind, home from school, nobody out on the street, and you want to poke your eyes out with frustration, when suddenly something different shoots out of the radio and straight through your brain.
This is a strange idea when I’m talking about the same radio stations that your mother used to listen to while doing the ironing. (I’m very old). Sad, pathetic, cardigan-clad radio stations, full of smug old shit. Cabaret. Smug fucking bullshit so terrible that I, as a child, wanted to climb down that radio signal and eviscerate every last one of the motherfuckers.
But now and then, something transcended the blandness. It didn’t need to be overtly subversive. Sometimes it could even sound like bad hotel cabaret on the surface, and the best example I can think of is Zombie Jamboree.
An utterly insane song.
Years later, I wrote a short story in collaboration with my friend Wrinkly Paddy, and this song played a central part. We made millions out of it.
Stumble it!
July 31st, 2008
Tried whistling this one, but after 42 failed attempts and some of the loudest flatulance evoked by the chorus this side of the Trossachs, I gave up in disgust.
July 31st, 2008
Holy Zombie Jebus