Nothing has yet to replace the image of two dapper leprechauns dancing a merry jig around a disproportionately sized Stonehenge replica lazily drawn up by Nigel Tufnel himself on a barroom napkin.
The problem with Spinal Tap is that although their rock mockumentary is as hilarious as it is iconic, the music that made up its soundtrack wasn’t, so the result is an albums worth of material that tows the fine line of mediocrity (perhaps intentionally so).
However, their third studio album Back from the Dead (15th if you count all their fictional ones as well) and its nostalgic value alone should be worth the price of admission.
Ass men everywhere will come to appreciate the misogynistic “Big Bottom”, where a Jack Bruce possessed David St. Hubbins responds to Queen’s derriere inspired “Fat Bottom Girls” with dignified subtlety, “My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo/I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo.”
You can thank me for sparing you all from the obvious “These go to 11” and combustible drummer jokes.