Force Fed by Love

So for my birthday Amy gave me that Multiple Orgasm I've been wanting for years.

Sorry, forgot the italics there--meant Multiple Orgasm by the Pooh Sticks, one of the sadly little known (the story of my musical taste, the story of my life) bands of the late 80s early 90s when people thought music sucked but that's just because they didn't know what to listen to. I've had the album on tape (which is fitting, as one of the disc's best cuts praises the joys of having rare music "On Tape") for years (thanks, Layne, if you're out there), but now I can blast it on CD and not worry that each time I listen I wear some of the fun away.

I almost had to stay in the car and listen to the whole punk-pop thing before coming into work, and even then did so humming the terribly catchy "Sex Head," hoping I didn't blurt out any of the sing-along chorus while in my cube.

As the All Music Guide claims:

The Pooh Sticks were rock's most inside joke, a monumental yet affectionate prank on the very mythology of pop music itself. Cloaked behind ridiculously-overblown marketing schemes, made-up histories and cartoon-character images, the Welsh group punctured the industry's myriad excesses, freely pilfering from the entirety of pop's past by shoplifting titles, lyrics and melodies at will; wrapping their barbs in cotton-candy sing-a-longs, their subversions worked on many levels -- postmodern cultural criticism, retro-irony, slavish imitation, and power-pop manna among them -- to forge an identity as high-concept as it was low-brow.

Gee, that last comment sounds like some project someone else might be up to. (Look up. No, the other up. I mean the one on the computer screen.)