Not Quite Infinite

I need to practice throwing up MP3s.

*bam*

Boards of Canada. Two freaky Scots who totally need to get around to another album of mellowed nostalgia trips. Or terrifying head trips. Geogaddi was particularly good in that every regard.

Oh Europe. Why are you so easy to stereotype? What kind of place would record drinking songs for children?

An awesome place, that’s what. This gem comes from a 70’s (?) album called Father Abraham in Smurfland. I don’t pay much attention to the rest of the record, but it’s pretty safe to say that this is the crown jewel. The polka beat is oddly compelling for its kind. The accordion textures are also a nice touch. But the real reason this song reduces me to an obnoxious blue Communist elf, aside from Father Abraham’s musty charisma, is the damn lyrics.

Seriously, just try to get these out of your head.

In Smurfland there’s a brewery
Where beer is made from honey and tea
It isn’t sour and it isn’t sweet
It looks like beer and it tastes a treat
Smurfs you meet just everywhere
At the circus and the fair
And in the pubs they’ll give a cheer
If they’re serving Smurfing Beer

Beer, beer, Smurfing Beer
You don’t get drunk and it isn’t dear
Beer, beer, Smurfing Beer,
You don’t get drunk and it isn’t dear!

/Schlümpfe!