He threw out of the window stupid songs like "how much is that doggie in the window" and replaced them with "let's fuck," shaking his hips to the rhythm. The prude America of the '50s saw it and went crazy, entering a paroxysm of sexual frustration that led to a lasting discontent, culminating in the explosion of the psychedelic and militant folklore that were the '60s. Who cares if, musically speaking, he recorded, with ostentatious mediocrity, truckloads of crappy records. First Elvis, then everything else.
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