My previous post about awful music blew up in my face this afternoon as I walked through Wally World. Suddenly, I was earwormed by “One Tin Soldier”, even whistling it as I went to pick up some apple cider.
While I briefly considered trying to swallow a shotgun shell from the sporting goods department, I had other alternatives. As the preachiness of Coven rattled through my head, I made it to my car and popped in another volume of the Back from the Grave series of garage compilations. I was able to blast the phony hippies and their orchestra out of my head in a matter of seconds with this little number. It’s as sloppy as Smead Jolley’s fielding, but it has some definite swagger. So here are Half-Pint and the Fifths, with “Orphan Boy.”