Future daze

10CC, Rubber Bullets

By the speed of internet download and review, I offer this quick riposte (thrust, parry, ho!). First listening reminded me of the naff and layered studio production of Beach Baby by First Class (1974):

What ever happened at the high school hop?
I guess you should remember soda pop.
Ever think about the girl next door
With beat up sneakers and a pony tail?

I love the intro to this track though, the thumping rhythm and that odd tappity rhythm (could be a bass played very high). The nice little key jumps, the double-fuzz guitar licks, the delicate middle eight with distant piano tricks... and the sheer odd, camp, cheeky, bluffing, throwaway fun lyrics:

Having a tear-gas of a time…
I love to hear those convicts squeal,
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
There's a rumor goin' round death row,
That a fuse is gonna blow
Hey padre
Padre you talk to your boys...
Trust in me -
God will come to set you free
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains

This is just weird, I mean, it kinda makes the BB's Student Demonstration Time look like a waltz in the park. Great production though.