This one is by special request of Aaron who acquired this album for me!
SULTANS OF PING F.C. – Casual Sex in the Cineplex (1993 Rhythm King)
I’ve said a tremendous amount about this band already. In case you need a refresher:
- I first spoke of them in an early Record Store Tale about discovering new music.
- Then, guest writer T-Rev stopped by to give us his story of how he introduced all of us to this album, Casual Sex in the Cineplex.
- I later named this one of my Most Unrightfully Ignored Albums of the 1990s.
- Finally, Aaron actually found me a CD copy of this album, only the second one I’ve ever encountered. He asked me to do a “package opening” video when this surprise arrived, so I did. The unintentionally funny results are below:
Needless to say I have some history with this album. Before too long, T-Rev would start incorporating lyrics from this album into our daily dialogue. For example:
“Hey Trevor, how’re you doing?”
“Back in the Tracksuit!”
I have a hard time describing this album. It has a snearing punky vibe, hilarious shrieky lead vocals and lyrics to match, topped with an Irish accent and guitars! “Back in the Tracksuit” is a perfect example of this; a blast of punk guitars & drums with the bizarrely catchy lead vocals of Niall O’Flaherty. Half the time we couldn’t figure out what he was singing. “Indeed You Are” sounds like he’s singing “Konichiwa!”
“Veronica” is a cute serenade with strings and harmonica. Maybe it’s a take on early period Beatles, filtered through their own bedraggled lenses. “2 Pints of Rasa” is in a similar spirit: a stroll through the park on a sunny Saturday afternoon “drinking with the guys”…and with strings! In the lyrics, O’Flaherty proclaims to his girl of interest, “but I still like you, you are my ice cream.”
A broadside shot of breakneck guitars kick off “Stupid Kid”. T-Rev and the rest of us loved this refrain. The chorus was infectious! “You’re stupid, S-T-U-P-I-D kid!” I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more entertaining combination of snark and melody. One of the best tunes on the album. “You Talk Too Much” is a twin brother, shrieks and surf-rock drums notwithstanding.
A rollicky bass intro kicks off “Give Him a Ball (And a Yard of Grass)”, and the body surfing begins! I have no idea what O’Flaherty is singing for most of it, but it hardly matters. You can sing along as if you do, and nobody will notice.
“Karaoke Queen” is OK, a little slack, but it is quickly followed by “Let’s Go Shopping”. It’s another one of those sentimental Sultans numbers about, well, going shopping. We always found the jubilant lyrics quite mirthful:
Put on your flip-flops and we’ll go shopping, dear
Put on your flip-flops, we’ll go flip-flopping, dear
You can buy crisps and I can buy jam,
You push the trolley, I’ll push the pram.
The sentiment stops there, since the next song is entitled “Kick Me With Your Leather Boots”! That means you can count on brisk, boisterous shenanigans. “Clitus Clarke” approaches being skip-worthy, but who cares since the final song is our favourite, “Where’s Me Jumper?”
My brother knows Karl Marx
He met him eating mushrooms in the public park
He said ‘What do you think of my manifesto?’
I like your manifesto, put it to the testo.
It’s just great fun. You can’t help but move to it. To me this album would be worth buying just for the one song.
Thankfully, this collection has an assortment of really great songs and some pretty good ones too. All of them are gladdening and memorable, so for that reason Casual Sex in the Cineplex has a permanent spot in my car’s MP3 player.