Johnny Kidd and The Pirates -- Feelin'Johnny Kidd and the Pirates -- Feelin'
As you probably know, today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day.
And that's all the pirate talking I've got because, in about the same way that Rembrandt outpaints me and Kasparov outchesses me, Johnny Kidd outpirates me.
The pseudonymous Johnny Kidd and his group are from the UK and released their first album in the late 1950s. This one is garage rock, straightforward, bare-bones, butt-kicking fun. The lyrics are good, notwithstanding the use of "gay" (but I can't really fault Johnny for not predicting linguistic trends); the music's energetic and catchy, the guitar knows when to speak and when to shut up, but oh god, that shirt. That eyepatch.
Their label didn't seem to know what to do with them; they had some sporadic success, then Johnny Kidd died in a car crash in the mid-1960s. The rest of group stayed together for a year, then called it quits. They reunited a few years later and still tour occasionally, but some of the band members are ailing. Getting old sucks, but it's better than the alternative.