COMMITTED

Rip It Up, Issue 176, 1 March 1992, Page 22

COMMITTED

Sir, Why did the moron cross the road? To see the Commitments. Ha! Ha! This whitified celebration of epileptic corpses groaning to "hey dude, . brother, Mickey-Finn, I say Jungle Fever, soul food jive bunny, Different Strokes" type music are for goons who are sick of rewinding Ralph Macchio playing hand jive on Crossroads or want to have some eyebrow rising hip . talk to spurt out at their dinner parties ;; with Timothy Giles and other cardigan ’ wearing fungus tongued liberals who. approve tagging as a ' s . ' pseudo-afro-american reactionary art statement against white rule in Cambodia. The success of this K-Tel travesty is only beaten by REM winning an Emmy award for best post-Joan Baez jingle-jangle mandolin, goatskin musick. I'd rather listen to C and C ‘i music factory's breasts or Color Me Sad's grinding testicles. This has been a

good taste musical broadcast so hang well and learn. Why do movie directors have such bad taste music sensibilities. I'd go see JFK if Snapper was doing the soundtrack or Cape Fear'it Hole, Surgery and L-7 vomited over this academy award wallow. There are two inevitable facts of life: The Commitments sucks, De Niro sucks, now Oprah Winfrey's show on the Dance Exponents sucks and so do undergraduates who wear Jane's Addiction t-shirts to shite Nirvana concerts. Yours in Christ (Mrs) Louis Cyborg