Will Rigby of the guitar band The dB’s
once remarked that “Giving
synthesizers to the Europeans was like giving whiskey to the Indians”.
In the case of one Zladko “Zlad” Vladcik, he may have been right.
I’ve posted a frame from the video for his song Elektronik Supersonik below, but to experience the full cheese, you’ve got to watch the video (Flash required)
The trying-to-be-sexy-but-failing space-age-sex lyrics are sung in a language that’s trying-to-be-English-but-failing:
- “My blue jeans eez tight, so eento my love rocket climb.”
- “Above us, there eez notheenk above us…but the stars…above.”
- “5…4…3…1…off blast!” (Yes, he skipped “2”.)
Fly away my space rocket,
you no need put money in my pocket
the door is closed I just lock it
I put my birthplug in your socket”
You’ll get a kick out of the full lyrics, which are here.
This guy sounds just the way I imagine Vlad the robot from Achewood does.