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This has got to be one of the finest songs to come out of Tamworth. Epitomising the anarchy of the band at the time, with Armchair's acerbic, witty lyrics and dry delivery, Quays desperate attempts to play the correct backing track and Anice and Reeman providing the calm before the inevitable storm as all collapsed around them in a manic, high-speed cacophony of musical mayhem. It should not be forgotten, that with the subject matter of the song i.e. child abuse by the Catholic church, The DHSS proved once more that a serious message could be passed on to the listener with humour, a pulsating beat and a damn good guitar riff. GB
Often described as "a vision of Hell on Earth", The D.H.S.S. are to punk what the custard creme is to the biscuit industry. They are tasty, addictive and very bad for your health. This track 'A Vicar's Hand in my Underpants' epitomises the band's persona. The lyrical wit of Edward ian Armchair combined with the anarchic presence of Rikk Quay. The musical magnificence that is John E. Thrash and then, the icing on the cake, the sugar on the strawberries, that is Anice. Recorded in Tamworth, England for the price of a bag of chips and a pickled egg and originally released in 1988, this is surely the ideal Christmas present for your local man of the cloth - Bless You My Son!. CP |