“I bring home the bacon/I eat it myself/here’s to my health/hope that I am feeling well.”
A satire on love songs (see below) and a paean to narcissism. Sparks were one of the great things to spring from the glam revolution, for a while, until they decided instruments were a bother and switched to Moroderesque synths exclusively. When they were a band with instruments they had some bright musical moments, but when they went synth, honestly the musicality went downhill. But even if they choose to rely on some cheesy-ass canned beats, it doesn’t matter because the whole point is to make satire on bands who rely on cheesy-ass canned beats. Sparks are a good band, but they’re an even better comedy duo. From the visual contrast of flouncy Russel Mael and brother Ron, bearer of a mustache few could pull off, to their understanding and willingness to make fun of popular pop styles, and to their endlessly cheeky lyrics, there’s no question the music is a vehicle for the comedy. And so good too – every song is hilarious. Just take a peek at the lyrics if you need convincing.
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