I just realized that the Phillies were playing the Blue Jays today and, while working from home today, I could have watched their wild come-from-behind victory on TV. Shoot! The fresh-0ff-the-keyboard game report also reminded me that today is Canada Day and we’d done nothing to honor our Townspeople up north. Better late than never, better never late: today we honor Canada by saying something nice about early ’90s Montreal band Bootsauce.
We here in the Halls of Rock Town are sometimes taken to task for being overly negative, snarky, hyper-critical, and all too often, just downright rude. As part of our collective efforts to bring a bit of sunshine and light to the world wide web, we occasionally make an extra effort effort to find something good to say about, you know, stuff that is clearly godawful.
It is in that spirit that we embark on yet another effort to bring some positivity to our proceedings. Please spend some quality time with the video above, then — if you can — please find something nice to say about it. You’ll feel a whole lot better, I promise you.
I look forward to your comments. Just remember, if you can’t say anything nice about this video… please don’t say anything at all.
As a Canadian, I’m offended that these jokers would be dug up on this, our nation’s 144th birthday. Shame on you Mr. Mod. Would I bring out the likes of Rick Dees or Don Johnson on the 4th of July? Meh, perhaps.
But anyways, back to our post. The only good I see is the bass player, is doing his rather competent funky workout on a regular 4 string bass instead of some 6 string monstrosity.
That’s a tough one. I appreciate their Canadian appreciation of American sex symbol Marilyn Monroe.
It’s more entertaining than Celine Dion and groovier than Bryan Adams.
I’m sorry, cliff. I owe your country one. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.
It’s nice to see the graphics guy from the Batman TV show get some work.
You don’t owe Canada anything. 144 is a dozen dozens, aka a gross. My guess is that “something gross” is listed as the appropriate gift for a 144th anniversary.
I can identify with the title of the song, being big, bad, and groovy myself.
A little bit of Fishbone, a little bit of That Petrol Emotion. This is a fair rendition of Anglophile dance rock from the In Living Color era.