Warning: The following description comes straight off the band’s officially website. So they said it first! “We are shit. We wail, we moan, we make a racket and the old folk tell us to keep the noise down. We tackle the deep divisions in the world and intellectually consider in our music Ham, Aids, Pornography,Train Crashes, Broom Abuse and MMORPG Gaming.”
So out off the blocks, it’s clear that Shit (The Band) is not indicated for the weak-hearted, the easily offended, or the common conservative snob. They bathe in subject matter that most may find detestable and discourteous, as well as dish out a fair share of foul language. They’re about as polite and agreeable as the Neanderthal man on a crack trip, addressing the House Of Lords on important social issues.
‘Delicate’ and ‘sensitive’ are words totally unknown to these fellas as they go straight for the belly punch. You’ll either be desperately gasping for air or splitting your rib-cage with laughter after listening to this album. Shit (The Band) don’t compromise with condescending comments or encoded subliminal messages. They prefer to explicitly disgust, disturb, distress and provoke the listener into social consciousness. It’s like taking an afternoon nap on the couch and then being awakened, not by a whisper in the ear, but rather a hard slap across the face. Really tough to ignore.
“You Can’t Polish A Turd” showcases 14 over-the-top tracks with titles like “Tenner A Gram,” “Coffin Dodger,” Aaahh Aaahh,” “I Abused A Broom,” “Keep Britain Tidy” and “Dicks And Arseholes.”
Yet it’s the track with the simplest title; “Daughter,” that really hits the hardest, using uncomplicated lyrics and language, to tackle the subject of morality:
“In the Red Light District there was a whore, dirty dancing in the door
Greasy sweat in every pore, she’s someone’s daughter
Daughter daughter, you’re fucking someone’s daughter
Searching porn whilst in the night, bestiality section was a fright
A woman and a dog it fits but tight, she’s someones daughter
Daughter daughter, you’re fucking someone’s daughter…”
No doubt if you’re the sensitive kind, you’d be better off, getting out your collection of Sir Cliff Richard albums, but if you have a penchant for a harder mix of Billy Connolly meets Monthy Python and Johnny Rotten, way way after the Holy Grail, then Shit (The Band) may just be your thing.
The band deliver an acoustic punk sound with drums that are made up of pots and pans or whatever else they can find. Apparently at each live show the boys build a new drum kit from locally sourced materials! Highly original from a band that’s hard to define or box into any genre, but even harder to criticize. What the f*ck do you say? That they’re Shit (The Band)?
Give “You Can’t Polish A Turd” a listen. At worst, you’ll be disgusted, at best, you’ll disgust the neighbors!
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Shit (The Band): "You Can't Polish A Turd" Not For The Weak-Hearted!,