Shonen Knife seeped into my American consciousness late in the 1980s. It was a girl band, and the name was magical.
But I considered J-pop imitative and doomed. Yes, penguins walk upright. No, you can’t take them seriously when they are doing it. Let the Japanese entertain themselves.
Sigh.
Eventually I bought a used copy of
Let’s Knife. My reaction: nice-girl amateurs under a six-inch production hardcoat. Those tracks still sound pretty
careful to me.
But the songwriting, the sound had been nailed — and the vocals, so sweet!
Let’s Knife became my number one novelty recording. Ha-ha, Engrish title, pot cleaners and insect collecting. But I would always put it on when I didn’t know what else I wanted to hear.
Then, nothing; except Japanese culture opened up a little for me. Thanks, Internet!
Late last summer, MTV IGGY gave space to SK’s 2014 North American tour. No one I knew was wanting to go. Very well, stiffs, I will do what needs to be done.
I doubt it was a memorable date for the band, but for me, unicorns had appeared in a cellar right in front of me. So now: a happy knife collector, with 14 albums and a list.
I am sorry I was a blockhead. I was under a curse. Many, many hours later, I cherish my favorite group. “WATCHIN’ GIRL” was on a minute ago. I wish Michie would drop an email to somebody.
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