First, there were Bad English. And Bad Religion. Now, I and Mr Aberfeldy proudly present Bad Poets’ Society. Introducing Miss W.G. Macallan from Speyside and occasionally guest starring Nicolaus Lenau on keyboards, here is their first hit, Late Night Blues:
Drowning my heart’s sorrow/ in Scottish liquid gold/oddly fitting the heather-hued bruise/”uisge beatha”/what new beautiful life will it give to my pain?
The band are happy to send you an autographed t-shirt. Don’t be surprised if it arrives appearing all black; they were too depressed to have their faces printed on it, and the autographs are done in black Sharpie, which was the only thing available..