Beat Me Blockheads, Straight To The Bar
Ian Dury is to ugliness what Alan Alda is to blabbermouths. He has an ugly face (and how!). He has an ugly body (say it again!). And he has lots and lots of ugly ideas. Tale a look at this guy. That's enough. 01' Pegleg is constructed like a heap of mismatched donor organs held together conceptually by an oversized noggin bearing a vice cop's suspicious leer and the soulful eyes of a Skid Row bar dog.
Beat Me Blockheads, Straight To The Bar
IAN DURY & THE BLOCKHEADS Laughter (Stiff)
by Rick Johnson
Ian Dury is to ugliness what Alan Alda is to blabbermouths. He has an ugly face (and how!). He has an ugly body (say it again!). And he has lots and lots of ugly ideas.
Tale a look at this guy. That's enough. 01' Pegleg is constructed like a heap of mismatched donor organs held together conceptually by an oversized noggin bearing a vice cop's suspicious leer and the soulful eyes of a Skid Row bar dog. A face designed by some higher power (Huntz Hall?) to demonstrate correct usage of the word mug.
But as defrocked plastic surgeon R. Meltzer once pointed out, 'a bigger mug is a great idea in rock 'n' roll as well as booze.' Speaking of these two popular leisure pursuits, ol' clip-clop has virtually cornered the market in great drinking songs. His tunes bebop-grovel for you to wail along, especially if you're moments away from requiring some one to hold your head up while you perform impressions of John Bonham.