This is what’s called a guilty pleasure. It’s also a one hit wonder, I think. But mostly, it’s a very guilty pleasure. The kind you tell no one about, not even your most trusted friend, and you only remember it when you reconnect with an old friend who interrupts your reminiscing with, “Hey, what was the crazy band you used to always play? Manitoba something.”
This kind of guitar driven jock rock only ever makes its way into the tape collections of hormonal teenage boys. It speaks to them in the most primal of ways; basically, “Screw you, boss and/or parents, I’m gonna party and attempt to disseminate my seed in multiple targets because I’m all that and this awesome music proves it.” There’s also a smidge of mistaken believe that such music will help facilitate such desires because, really, what female could resist such charm?
Needless to say, this rare cassette seldom leaves its holder. It makes for a good chuckle and beer-fueled scream and fist pump now and then, but mostly it sits untouched in my modest tape collection in our camper which is kind of a shame. There are actually some decent songs on this album. You know, in a metal-punk sense. Nothing deep or melodic, but certainly capable of getting the blood flowing and the angst pulsating. I should probably choose one of those, but it would be disingenuous not to highlight the regrettable anthem that led me to buy the album in the first place. I might as well man up to my youthful folly.
So I’m kicking off the weekend with the song that made the wild man named like a Canadian province a momentary star. Yup, this is “The Party Starts Now” by Manitoba’s Wild Kingdom from the 1990 release …And You? Oh, and by the way, this is the 52nd song I’ve highlighted in this little series I’m doing. One year of kicking off your weekends. I hope this has been enjoyable and maybe a bit enlightening though I must admit my musical tastes aren’t exceptionally adventurous.