Scum of the Earth

Upon reading the news, earlier today, of the possible Shaggs biopic in the works, I realized I hadn't posted anything from the strange underworld of so-called "outsider" music in a bit. I dislike the catch-all term, though it's less back-handed than "idiot savant music," which I've used upon occasion. Nonetheless, I am an aficionado of the secluded, self-contained artists who make music seemingly influenced by nobody and intended only for themselves. Such is the case, to a certain degree, with ham-fisted garage punk group Captain 9's and the Knickerbocker Trio. They don't sound like anybody else, their songs are simplistic and blunt to the point of being potentially brain-damaging, and they are at war with the world. Lyrical themes involve revenge, violence, soured romance, fat fetishism, being lazy and smelly, and two (count 'em) songs about wanting to be a fireman. Oh, and a twisted cover of "Yummy Yummy Yummy" about drinking blood. The approach is all Incredible Hulk, but the soul is pure Ignatius J. Reilly.
Goddammit I'm Pissed