That’s Mac Sabbath. They’re a self-described “Drive Through Metal” band. Back in the day, when English was still a thing, and we didn’t verb all the nouns, and we knew where the apostrophes went, we simply called this a novelty act. I’m sure the band would come at me with knives if I called them that. People take their fun seriously these days. I’m sure the band and their fans think this parody is trenchant somehow. A scathing disquisition of the fast food restaurant industry. I’ll grant that it’s certainly a brand of dumb fun.
Man did not crawl from the primordial ooze just to wander this earth looking for a hill to slide down. He was destined, right from the first, to strap a gluteus maximus scorcher on his back and, as Doctor Suess puts it: Go past fast.Troy Hartman is our kinda guy; a thoroughly BSBRB kinda guy. He even has an entry on his webpage called “Senseless Acts.” I have that on my business cards, right after “International Man of Mystery and Intrigue,” and “Screen Door Repairs.”
(Thanks to Clifford from Red Stick Rant for sending that along with the note: Hope this contributes in some small part to the best damn blog on the Interwebz. Hmmm. I wasn’t aware you could view this blog on the Interwebz. I post it on the Intertunnel.)