Category: Music

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.

(Here’s a copy located in my blog’s filesystem, just in case they’ve taken down the video.)

For your amusement:

• Morrissey Dance. Because some memes are bigger than others.
• Gothic Dance! Starring Ray from Achewood as “The God father of Souls” and wearing the best codpiece ever! (Requires QuickTime.)

[ via del.icio.us ] While we’re on the topic of synths, here’s a web page that does a side-by-side comparison of Nena’s 99 Luftballons (the German version) and 99 Red Balloons (the English version).

Apparently the translation is more poetic than literal.