Another delightful pop nugget from New Zealand’s answer to Sum 41, Weezer, Beastie Boys, Nirvana and more.
Tyson Kennedy’s rap overlapping Brad Carter’s singing, backed by some tasty riffage makes for a winning formula. This band–and this gloriously ebullient album–should have been big.
Though dubbed Auckland, New Zealand’s smartass retort to Sum 41 by Allmusic, Steriogram are so much more. On their second album, the David Kahne-produced Schmack, the band combine pop punk with Beastie Boys-style white boy rap, Nirvanaesque riffage, Weezer’s gawky sense of humor, and classic rock reference all to glorious effect.
Tyson Kennedy’s snark rap vocals play against Brad Carter, who carries the chorus melody on “Walkie Talkie Man”, and it’s all pinned on a mighty Kinks-inspired riff and an exuberance that schmacks of too many energy drinks.
I recommend reading along to this one.
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a movin and a groovin And a hippin and a hoppin And a pickin and a boppin Those bods are being bad You better take a stand You gonna wake up that thing in your hand You’re looking all around There is trouble to be found Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud Gotta code three Need back up Bring me my bright pink fluro jacket
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) But he’s faster than me (You’re my walkie talkie man) Last night at the show we saw him (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) Going out of his tree (Go Go Go Go)
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a freakin and a yellin And a bossin and a speakin And a lookin and a pointin Always tell us what to do With your high top shoes And you wave your torch With your black short shorts Don’t let em get away Don’t think they can play Nail ’em to the wall Cause you really need to say Gotta code three Need back up Bring me My bright pink fluro jacket
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) But he’s faster than me (You’re my walkie talkie man) Last night at the show we saw him (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) Going out of his tree (just the drums!)
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast But he’s faster than me Last night at the show we saw him Going out of his tree
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast But he’s faster than me Last night at the show we saw him Going out of his tree He’s a walkie talkie man!
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a movin and a groovin And a hippin and a hoppin And a pickin and a boppin Those bods are being bad You better take a stand You gonna wake up that thing in your hand You’re looking all around There is trouble to be found Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud Gotta code three Need back up Bring me My bright pink fluro jacket
The Grammy-nominated video is pretty yarn good, too: