QUEEN:& ANOTHER ONE BITES THE...UH, YOU KNOW
The answer is “We Are The Champions.” Does the question have something to do with spark plugs, Wheaties or Queen? Or does the question have something to do with “Who Cares???” Oh, yeah, the real question: “What was Queen’s first single in America?”
QUEEN:& ANOTHER ONE BITES THE...UH, YOU KNOW
J. Kordosh
The answer is “We Are The Champions.” Does the question have something to do with spark plugs, Wheaties or Queen? Or does the question have something to do with “Who Cares???”
Oh, yeah, the real question: “What was Queen’s first single in America?” Feel better? Why??
These collective studies in studio pseudio have been sending out some of the weirdest signals since Doppler first doppled, and for over nine years now. Seriously, they’ve never once written a song that makes any sense on any level to anybody. Naturally, they’re enormously successful. Of course they are.
The main reason? Damned if I know. Could it be the vocals of Freddie Mercury, once described as “shrill?” Could be, although this is like calling the electric chair unpleasant. Maybe it’s their vocal arrangements, always referred to as “complex.” Either that or “boring.” Heck, maybe it’s just their fat sound. (You may recall that the cover sleeve of Jazz— with the hit non sequitur, “Fat Bottomed Girls,” met with opposition from some feminists. Or, maybe you’re like me and find it more intriguing to remember the weather forecast two nights ago.)