Back in the day, some friends and I were having a conversation about who were the biggest band in the world.
Me: The Tubes are big. There are nine of them.
I used to love The Tubes.
Scathing lyrics, the way they used to send up themselves and everybody else, brilliant stage craft, the controversial baggage that followed them around, the sense of humour and pop kitsch awareness, and all backed up by immaculate musicianship.
I will however spare you “Mondo Bondage/White Punks on Dope” and the sight of Fee in his platform shoes.
No need to thank me.