They Are The Plastics: Haiku Goo Joob
DETROIT—Wait, I don’t know if they’re The Plastics or just Plastics. And small wonder, since I don’t really care. I think they’re just Plastics, though, so that’s what I’ll call ’em. As for the inscrutable facts, then: Plastics are the hottest group west of the once-decimated U.S. Naval Station at Pearl Harbor and are the only group from Shogunia with an American record deal (Island Records —get it?).
They Are The Plastics: Haiku Goo Joob
DETROIT—Wait, I don’t know if they’re The Plastics or just Plastics. And small wonder, since I don’t really care. I think they’re just Plastics, though, so that’s what I’ll call ’em.
As for the inscrutable facts, then: Plastics are the hottest group west of the once-decimated U.S. Naval Station at Pearl Harbor and are the only group from Shogunia with an American record deal (Island Records —get it?). Plastics are a dance band/spike hairoid bunch who are uniformly skinny and wear goofy clothes. Three of their five members “sort of” speak English...I mean, get these convoluted song titles from their debut album, Plastics: “Cards,” “Ignore,” “Copy,” and “Park.” Whew, those two-syllable titles are a real puzzler, I wanna tell you. Not to forget the tonguetwisting “Good,” which—to everyone’s great surprise—has nothing whatsoever to do with the quality of their Americanese.