https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS2EKA_THWE
Wally World - Here is a band where creativity comes only second to working menial day jobs and sitting on battered couches in low rent apartments while watching public access music shows.
I hate to begin by mocking anyone's personal appearance but the extreme close ups of the singer's aged face only serves to remind me there hasn't been a decent version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre since part II with Dennis Hopper. The black mascara around Wally's eyes accentuates the sags of weather-aged-face and is far more terrifying than Leatherface's meat-hook. Actually, Wally's face may have spent some time on a meat-hook.
Wally begins the video without a shirt. This seemed to be a bad choice. Until seconds later when they're ocean front and he's got a shirt. It seems that the shirt must have been tailored from the upholstery of someone's great-grandmother's couch. I imagine that the mothball scent is irremovable as well, even in the blustery ocean wind.
The song begins with a generic rock riff that everyone from Circus of Power, Guns N' Roses, Faster Pussycat, and LA Guns has recycled and re-purposed....a quarter of a century ago. Wally gives it the old college try when he gives a Halford-esque scream but if they actually had given the old college try the guitarist in the top hat could buy a pair of better fitting jeans from somewhere other than Goodwill. Without being saddled with student loan debt, he got the sleeveless denim jacket as an accent piece to his tarpaulin jeans as well as a top hat. Money well-spent. Money in the bank. You have to spend money to make money.
Soon after Wally's killer scream of dead dreams and aspirations, there is a tight zoom on the kick drum bearing the Wally World band logo. It seems that it was designed with cost in mind. Free is always the most thrifty path and there is also the added bonus of keeping your 3 year old nephew busy while babysitting for your brother and wife while they enjoy some well-deserved time out together after a long week at work and raising children. There's nothing quite like an unsupervised art project while uncle Wally is passed out on the couch after drinking a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 and a six pack of Schlitz along with gobbling a handful Nana's Oxys that he found in the couch. The best part is that when he comes to, he's got the logo hand drawn by family on the kick drum. Nothing tops family ties and sentimentality.
The mini boom box is visible in the shoot. Obviously they have to mime along with a prerecorded version of this totally rockin' tune but the big question is how can that little thing be loud enough to hear over the surf? The second largest looming inquiry is where did they get the money for that thing? It had to be somewhere upwards of thirty seven bucks.
At the 26 second mark there appears to be random woman walking directly toward the camera. She soon after disappears never to be seen again. I'm sure the human traffickers put her back into the shipping container she lives in to await the next music video gig on her way to stardom. Stay tuned for her on the 20never installment of video vixens. Or the episode of CSI Encinitas based upon the real story of the dead hookers found in the shipping container. The only evidence found in that episode was a shirt seemingly made from grandma's old couch. This case goes unsolved. But the detectives cannot shake the smell of mothballs.
There's a girl dancing stage (beach) left in heels, a bikini, and a trench coat. Let's assume she missed the weather report that day and wanted to cover all her bases. She's moving to the beat with a Rufenal influenced tango.
Around 1:09 guitarist number one, the top-hatted fella, slides into the frame and then almost immediately back out before Wally very kindly points him back in. Fortunately, Wally, as the stage-seasoned veteran he is, still manages to maintain focus and get an abrupt karate-chop in to mix up the stage presence a bit before resuming his more natural excessive pointing.
Wally's really bringing it in this clip and around 1:40 he manages to take a quick rejuvenating break by leaning on his bass player. Like Dionne Warwick said, "that's what friends are for."
Since one can not simply bring the rock all the time, there is a mellow bridge that begins at 1:48. The riff may have originally belonged to Ugly Kid Joe's "Everything About You" but after seeing Wally's karate chop, I don't think the UKJ crew is going to make any noise.
Then, in a sudden turn of events, a woman is so paralyzed from the sheer awesomeness on display on the beaches of Encinitas that day that she cannot turn her gaze from her iphone as she passes in fear of passing out or pissing herself just like girls used to do when The Beatles and Stones played.
The dancing bikini trench coat girl who had just been trafficked in from the GOP national convention walks directly in from the ocean, takes off her shades just before teleporting stage right. The plot to this, as the kids these days say, just got real.
Just when you're about to begin sobbing tears of blood during the emotional interlude, Wally brings forth another metal scream straight from the bowels of the Encinita sewer system and then the song builds and builds until the final crescendo....there's a double fist pump and a third metal scream (because evil thrives in threes) before the final "ho!" Wally assertively turns and walks toward the primal seas from which forth man once was spewed while the rest of the band is dazed, awed, and shocked with an uncertainty of inaction looming over them, freezing them in their places.
