Lurking deep within the subconscious of every man, there is a pimply 13 year old. His sole purpose is to attribute sexual connotations to anything that might strike his distinctly adolescent fancy. Try as you might to shake him, he will always linger - like a wispy teenage moustache at the senior prom. But sometimes...just sometimes, he may have a point.
A lot of self-important music snobs still living in their mothers' basements will unfairly label 1960s bubblegum music as a cheap and shallow attempt to cash in on counterculture iconography. In actuality, this genre was responsible for stripping psychedelia of its drug-fuelled pretension – creating a unique blend of joyous nonsense. Admit it, “Yummy, Yummy, I got Love in My Tummy” is no less a work of art than “I am the Walrus Coo Coo Ca Choo”. As witnessed by many an Afterschool Special: LSD does not make you any smarter – although it does make prone to jumping through plate glass windows. So suck on this stoners – good clean infantile fun, brought to you by “The Man”.
All rambling aside. Please listen to this sinfully enjoyable track from the Ohio Express, one of the biggest brands in the bubblegum business. It sounds like it could have the work of a pre-pubescent Jim Morrison. Oh the undeniable pleasure of possibly hearing the word P_ _ IS!
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