I Cannot Stop Listening to this BANGER by The Northern Boys and You Should Check it Now
This morning when I should've been sleeping, I was scrolling Twitter, trying to distract my brain from thinking about uncertainties of the future and the inevitability of not just my death but everybody I've ever loved. That's when I came across a clip from TikTok of the Northern Boys should be hit single "Party Time," that made me literally LOL ("laugh out loud," for those new to the information superhighway).
Now, who are the Northern Boys? Upon further research, I found their names (Norman and Patrick, plus their mate Kevin) and the whole song. This would've been today's Song of the Day if it wasn't the 49th "anniversary" of Jim Croce's death. I cannot emphasize enough how hilariously dark these lyrics and their deliveries are.
Songs like this are why the internet is still an amazing place despite its flaws. Sure the beat is stolen, but most English art is. I cannot get over how relatable (for some, no judgement) and funny the lyrics are. It's so well-written. Their mannerisms, and Patrick's flow are hysterical. Fuck Charles III and his sausage fingies, these are the real Kings.
Now I'm not condoning smoking crack or hanging yourself in your neighbour's tree, but there's just something hilarious about a couple of late 60s Brits bopping around screaming/rapping about their struggles (living in a studio flat that's covered in mould, having a wife that wants you to die cause you're addicted to crack, etc.) and what people of all ages do to take the edge off---with their mate Kevin.
Not only is "Party Time/Northern Boy" hilarious but it also teaches value lessons, like the importance of consent.
Only to immediately follow that lesson up with quite possibly the most British verse in history.
(not as British but still hilarious)
Every time I watch the video, I discover another hilarious detail. There's plenty of stuff in the world to bring you down, but this track sure as shite ain't one of them. I can't wait to hear The Northern Boys follow up. Now I gotta go, I gotta take a number three.
Sorry lads if you're like Welsh, Scottish or Irish; I assumed you're Brits.
If you didn't hear this song and only read it, this part could get confusing. My brain immediately went to "dicks" and sketchy "pussy."
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