The Queers
Love Songs for the Retarded

THE REVIEW

The title alone makes me smile, and how many times have I caught myself whistling some 'tune' from the album in question while walking down the street... 

Second album of the American group, born out of a desire to have fun and entertain. The music is punk, let's say it right away if it wasn't already clear. Some Beach Boys-style harmonies, a few moments where our guys remember that a guitar has six strings, but then, disconcerted by the sound that comes out, they return to more familiar paths, paved with tuppa tuppa, power chords, and various amenities.

Music without too many pretensions, therefore. In fact, the success, if it can be called that, must have taken them by surprise like a hook in the ring, ‘magnificent and devoid of light like the coming and going of the schizo'.

Surely even the good Joe Queer/King (to be distinguished from Joe King of "The Fray", with whom I believe he shares nothing else, maybe perhaps the species homo), frontman and founder of the band, must have been quite surprised when, on the various tours that took him around the bars of half the world, he noticed the cat mascot peeking from the t-shirts of so many fans, both male and female!

The impressive number of line-up changes suggests that he, like every enlightened artist, couldn't stand having to compromise with the group members and having to change his compositions, resulting in being unbearable.

Furthermore, I don't think the Queers can be cited among the sources of inspiration for any band (possibly due to the shame of doing so, certainly the name doesn't help..), and therefore their contribution is likely limited only to deviating, for some time, the adolescence of some unfortunate from the path lovingly traced by their parents.

In short, music made to remind us, brothers, that one day we must die and that perhaps, sometimes it's not worth taking ourselves too seriously. So come on, yank the broom from your mother's hands for the guitar, a ladle and a pen for the drums, and at the top of your lungs: "I Can't Stop Farting"...