However, if Lizzy were simply an above average rock band I would feel no urge to single out their lead singer for the honor of an Interesting Motherfucker's article now would I? The truth is, I've always been fascinated by Philip Lynott ever since hearing the above mentioned " I've Got to Give it Up." The song provides an anguished account of Lynott's battles with drug and drink and seems acutely aware of the fact that it is as much a self-eulogy as an attempt to wrestle with inextinguishable desires. It's easily outshined by the first Lizzy album I ever came across, "Black Rose" (1979), which features the eerily prophetic "Got to Give it Up" and sickly sweet "Sarah." Closing in on that would be 1977's "Bad Reputation" with its cheery "Opium Trail" and jubilant "Dancing in the Moonlight." The hoards of grunting, steaming, stinking uneducated masses would be most familiar with Thin Lizzy's 1976 album "JailBreak." It's got some good tunes like "Angel From the Coast," "The Cowboy Song" and the overplayed "Boys are Back in Town" but I've never felt it was a standout Lizzy album. I'm not going to lie and try and tell you that Thin Lizzy's music is the best thing around, or that they were an exceptionally "important" rock and roll band, or that my penis is anything less than 16 inches long, but there's no denying that the Thin Lizzy's repertoire, mostly driven by Lynott's singing and songwriting, has been ignored more than it should. Or, if you gushingly effused that Thin Lizzy's 1977 record "Bad Reputation" was the pinnacle of modern pop composition the most you could count on would be a friendly nod before someone changed the subject.Īnd why is this? In truth, when you sit down with a Thin Lizzy record in hand and prepare to spend your time, say, writing an Interesting Motherfuckers article on Thin Lizzy's frontman, Phil Lynott, you're reminded of the fact they really had some good tunes. Were you to blithely announce at a Saturday Night kegger that you thought Thin Lizzy were the worst collection of musicians since the Mesozoic era (excluding, of course, the ill-fated Dino Stegosaurus and his Armor-Plated All Stars), you probably wouldn't get more than a half raised eyebrow. While they're certainly an accomplished group, and their name should be familiar to anyone with a general knowledge of pop music's citizenry, they've never really inspired much passion in either direction from the totality of rock music fandom. (And rightly so!) Inversely, if you say, "I think the Velvet Underground were a bunch of no-talent hacks," (As I have, many a time.) you will be forced to accustom your ears the pained bleatings of shrill hipsters who will explain how the VU "deconstructed rock and roll to its bare, primal elements and thus freed the art form to etc, etc."
For example, were you to say, "I think Sugar Ray are the epochal rock band of modern times," you're like to receive icy glares and perhaps even suffer attacks involving kitchen appliances. There are certain bands of which it is an accepted notion that one should either hate or love them, and failing to heed such beliefs can cause a vociferous response from those with whom you find yourself conversating.
"Death is no easy answer, for those who wish to know." Warriors, JailBreak - Thin Lizzy Motherfucker!" Actual sexual relations with one's mother are not required. Will cause a roomful of bar cronies to exclaim, "That's one interesting
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