Poor Ennio Morricone, legendary composer of western music and countless movie scores... even HE is not immune to hokey covers.
This must be Swedish. And it's got to be the seventies. It would have to be Sweden in the seventies for anyone to remotely think this is okay.
For those of you of the "Read Now, Click Later" school, the above link is one the Boy sent to a video of what looks like the cousin of Lemmy from Motorhead fronting a fringe-laden band of Swedes high on peyote who've decided that converting Morricone compositions to disco music is actually somehow a good idea.
This is not a joke. The front man seems so taken with the idea that occasionally he punctuates the music with a triumphant (yet slightly sinister), "Hahaa!"
Clad in genuine apache bikinis, the Swedish ladies swim team gyrates their way through the set, brightly crooning, "Apache-pache boy!" as if to somehow convince us that the fluffy-haired gent in a yellow fringed jumpsuit is, in actuality, a certified Native American.
Don't miss a priceless moment near the end where, unable to resist the Apache Boy's aura of seventies sexiness, the ladies run their hands over him...and one earnestly squashes his puffy hairdo. The motion reminds me more of the desparing "Lifetime original movie" mother vigorously stroking the brow of her injured child and choking out: "It's aaaall right. It's going to be aaaall right. It'll be over soon."
Don't worry, Apache-pache Boy. It'll be over soon.
2 comments:
This is the sort of shit the intraweb was made for! Reminding us of all of society's very stupidest mistakes! mehehe.
Yeah... I wonder if these poor folks can sleep at night, knowing what they've unleashed on a unsuspecting world.
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