I couldn't be more stoked, for years I have been trying to complete a days of the week mix; essentially a seven song mix with each song having a different day of the week in the title. Well Wednesday by Horrorscopes joins other such luminaries as Manic Monday by The Bangles, Ruby Tuesday by The Stones, Ben Folds cover of The Cure's Its Friday I'm in Love, High N' Dry (Saturday Night) by Def Leppard and Faith No More's cover of Easy (Like Sunday Morning) by The Commodores1.
I am sure you are asking "who the Fuck are Horrorscopes and where do they get the extra sack skin to hang with this fine collection of shitbirds and the lovely Suzanna Hoffs?".
Well first off, Fuck you for questioning my authority on all matters mixtape related and secondly just listen.
Wednesday's opening guitar riff alone is enough to make jets of pee escape my Alcatraz-esque bladder; as the golden stains of escape peesoners2 can attest to. Add in that gargantuan hook that shifts gears and kicks your balls too the roof of your mouth and you are talking next level jamminess. Finally when that solo jumps off into the flurry of activity that takes us out, let's just say, in the words of Petey Pablo, that you will have your shirt off and waving it above your head like a helicopter.
The B-side Give It Up switches the steez on a dime. Same killer guitar sound, but this time a bit darker and slightly more urgent. The bass line rumbles with a hint of menace while the drums take the collective rhythm of those manic thoughts that keep you from falling asleep at night and gives them a voice. All the while Angel Villon's voice stirs a shit storm of emotion as it meanders all over this fucker. It makes me feel sweaty exhilaration and general panic. It's glorious.
Horrorscopes are the tits. The big sweaty floppy Brigitte Nielson tits that made Flavor Flav fall in love with her in the most biblical sense. I guess that makes me Flav in this scenario and I think I am OK with that.
1Still looking for a good Thursday song to round out the collection, sorry David Bowie, Thursday's Child doesn't cut it.