Whack-a-Paddy-to-Deathery Uimhir a TREE(3): Decal

Stretch combover to my place.

So, advancedhairstudio.com is going to make you popular with the ladies, yes? It’s going to grow hair on your bald noggin and then you will drive yellow sports cars to hotels to have sex with ladies, yes? You will gain the respect of your men friends in the dressing room while waving about your frizzy dyed hair yes? A fifteen year old’s haircut will look good on a 35 year old man, yes? You could look like Shane Warne, Austin Healey or that weird guy who won that odd competition, which he puts down to having his hair lasered back on which helped to score with the ladies while driving a yellow sports car, yes? If you haven’t seen their advertisements, you haven’t lived, baldy! Eradicate slapheadedness for the good of the world! It’s now or never Kojak!

Austin Healey: to think this man might have beem bald.

Austin Healey: to think this man might have been bald. What would the ladies have done? Who would drive them to hotels?

Anyway, this is weird, because I think this piece of electronica is the actual sound of Dubalin. I know peops won’t agree but the song has a lot of resonance for me. As a younger Stretch, in the early 90s working in a horrible insurance company as their gimp-post-boy, part of my job was to walk round Dubalin delivering shite to other fascists. With Walkman (cassettes kids) strapped to my little head I would buzz around the city a pied and waste my day wandering and exploring with a soundtrack of trance music (vols1-4 classic), Rollerskate Skinny Horsedrawn Wishes, David Holmes This film’s crap…let’s slash the seats, bizarrely Type O Negative’s October Rust (scary veg) and Decal’s  first album Ultramack 004.

Whenever “Excelsis” came on, I would feel really good and kinda feel proud of the city…this piece of ambient music reflected the good, bad, the pretentious, the cool, the underground, the ordinary and all other types this place had to offer. It seemed so apt. I listened to a lot of music on those walking fits and nothing really came up to the mark as much as this song.

A chilled out little gem from one of Dubalin’s finest and a crappy lo-fi video of Dubalin streets to boot. It’s as good as sellotaping armpit hair on your head!

No sexual innuendo was used in this blog….okay?

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