Upper Crust

[Finch Platte]

I found a CD by these guys in the 50-cent bin. They're called Upper Crust, and they're all dressed up in powdered wigs and whiteface. I almost passed because the cover was so creepy, but then I read some of the lyrics and read the names of the band members.

Quote from Wikipedia:

The Upper Crust is an American hard rock band from Boston, Massachusetts.[1][2] The members adopt the personas of 18th century aristocratic fops and sing songs from that perspective. They use titles of nobility, wear powdered wigs and period costumes, and maintain a snobbish attitude while performing live and on their albums.[1][2] The members say that their guiding philosophy is "If not great and excellent, then debauched."[3]

Their major music influence is Bon Scott-era AC/DC,[1] alongside glam rock band Kiss[4] and fictional heavy metal band Spinal Tap.[2] Rolling Stone has stated that "Dismiss Boston's Upper Crust as a joke rock band if you must, but give them this much: They're actually funny, and there's as much rock as mock to their singular brand of "roque"" and that "there's plenty of worthy riffs and double-entendre wit to go around".[1] The group originated from a Boston surf rock band called 'The Clamdiggers'.[2] Other related bands were The Bags , The Titanics, The Satanics, The Flies, The Oysters and Seks Bomba.[citation needed]

The Upper Crust has appeared on Late Night with Conan O'Brien As well as The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson.[5] The band had their signature song, "Eureka, I've Found Love" featured as a bonus song in the PlayStation 2 game, Guitar Hero. They have also guest starred in an episode of Codename: Kids Next Door (Operation P.A.R.T.Y.) on Cartoon Network, January 26, 2007.

Lord Bendover (Nat Freedberg) (guitar, vocals) (1995–present)
Count Basie (Chris Cote) (bass, vocals) (1996–present)
The Duc D'istortion (Dave Fredette) (guitar, vocals) (1995–present)
Jackie Kickassis (Jim Janota) (drums) (1995–present)

Some of the lyrics (Old Money's my favorite right now):

Let Them Eat Rock, sung by Lord Bendover

They say there's people starving, dropping down dead in the streets
The lazy slobs, they ain't got a job, they say they ain't got enough to eat
Let Them Eat Rock

They're picking through the garbage behind my favorite restaurant
They're sickly pale, they're thin as a rail
I don't know what in the hell they want
Let Them Eat Rock

I myself have felt a pang of hunger, but I know about one thing worse
And that's the way I feel after a twelve course meal
when I feel like I'm about to burst
Let Them Eat Rock

Little Lord Fauntleroy, sung by Lord Bendover

He wears his hair in curls
He looks just like a girl
He's in his own little world
I said my, my he's a beautiful boy --
That Little Lord Fauntleroy, hey hey hey

He wears pantaloons
He likes a French perfume
He wanna sleep 'til noon
He's his mother's pride and his father's joy --
That Little Lord Fauntleroy, hey hey hey

I caught him playing with his hard-on
In the formal garden
He said whoops beg your pardon
These are the things that he enjoys --
That Little Lord Fauntleroy, hey hey hey
The Little Lord Fauntleroy

Rock 'n' Roll Butler, sung by Lord Bendover

Hey everybody, look what I found
Simply the best manservant in town
He's neat and discreet, he couldn't be any subtler
This is the story of my Rock 'n' Roll Butler
I don't care, I don't care what kind of clothes he wears
'Cause I know this - my Rock 'n' Roll Butler's always debonair
Rock 'n' Roll Butler, Rock 'n' Roll Butler, Rock 'n' Roll

See her there scrubbing away at the dirt
Bending and stretching in her little tight skirt
She says I'm much nicer than the Marquis De Sade
This is the story of my little French maid
I don't mind, I don't mind if she just speaks French
'Cause in my mind, whatever she says you know it just makes sense
Rock 'n' Roll maid, Rock 'n' Roll maid, Rock 'n' Roll

Hey everybody, have you seen
The driver of my black limousine
He wears a black cap and some black penny loafers
This is the story of my Rock 'n' Roll Chauffeur
I don't mind, I don't mind how far he roams
'Cause I know this - my Rock 'n' Roll Chauffeur's gonna get me home
Rock 'n' Roll Chauffeur, Rock 'n' Roll Chauffeur, Rock 'n' Roll

Minuet, sung by Lord Rockingham

Gonna dance a Minuet
Gonna do a little pirouette
You bet

Gonna dance a Minuet
With Marie Antoinette
You bet

Gonna be your sixty-second man
Gonna try every trick I can
I am

Gonna dance a Minuet
Gonna dance like Dave Fredette
You bet

Who's Who Of Love, sung by Lord Bendover

She caught my eye at the formal function
Well she was pretty high-class that was my assumption
Her gown was satin made to measure
And she wore shoes of patent leather
She's looking well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love

I tried to take a chance if we could meet
But she stood there staring at her dainty feet
I found that she was not alone
She'd brought her aunt to chaperone
She's looking well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love

I tried to find out 'bout her family tree
If she had high-class genealogy
She looked like she could be the one for me
She looked descended from nobility
She's looking well-bred to me, I guess she's got her pedigree
I'm puttin' you in my Who's Who of Love

I Got My Ascot 'n' My Dickie, sung by Lord Bendover

I Got My Ascot 'n' My Dickie, the situation's tricky
I got a new pair of spats but aside from that
I don't wanna seem too picky
Someone help me through this wicket, 'cause it's awfully sticky
I Got My Ascot 'n' My Dickie

Which one will it be, well I can't decide for the life of me
Ascot's so refined, but a dickie gonna blow your mind
If I could just make up my mind I'd be out there in a jiffy
I Got My Ascot 'n' My Dickie

I got my top hat and my cane, well I really can't complain
I got my cummerbund and though it weighs a ton
I got my pure gold watch and chain
Old school tie's gettin' washed and dried 'cause it's so old it's icky
I Got My Ascot 'n' My Dickie

Old Money, sung by Lord Bendover

Daddy wants me to marry this girl
She's the richest old lady in the whole wide world
Well she ain't too good-looking and she's kinda old
But she don't have to be my rainbow she's my pot of gold
She's Old Money, she comes from Old Money

Well she's got a certain charm that's what he said
Which you stand to inherit when she finally drops dead
She's a little bit skinny and she's kinda shy
But her bank account really caught my eye
She's Old Money, she comes from Old Money

I'm gonna buy her a ring just as fast as I can
And ask that lady for her wrinkled old hand
And if she says yes and that she'll be mine
I hear the church bells ringin' up the dollar signs
She's Old Money, she comes from Old Money


Funny stuff!~

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Upper_Crust_(rock_band)

[Jim Clark]

Any chance you can get your 50 cents back?

jc

[Finch Platte]

Any chance you can get your 50 cents back?

jc

Fock no- they're funny and they rawk. What more could I want?

Edit: And I've ordered their box set- 8 CDs of rawk, with an 18-page color booklet, plus 2 chickens with parasites! Only $199.00 (CAN).

[Jim Clark]

Fock no- they're funny and they rawk. What more could I want?

Edit: And I've ordered their box set- 8 CDs of rawk, with an 18-page color booklet, plus 2 chickens with parasites! Only $199.00 (CAN).

Ohh, I duuno. For funny I'd go with Tosh.0 and for rawk, about a billion other bands : )

Does your collector set come with your very own powdered wig with extra powder (for those extra special occasions)?
jc