As a columnist for News Corp, it’s pretty much Andrew Bolt’s job to be offended by just about everything. The latest thing to get Bolt’s undies in a twist in the latest single from The Drones, which he’s kindly reviewed in his latest column.
On their new single ‘Taman Shud’, released yesterday, The Drones announce to the world that they don’t care about anything and everything to do with Australia, diligently listing everything they just don’t give an f about.
As FasterLouder note, whether you’re a left-winger, a right-winger or sit somewhere in the middle, The Drones’ Gareth Liddiard doesn’t care about you. That goes double for News Corp chief Rupert Murdoch and even Bolt: “I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt”.
The call-out prompted Bolt to leave a few words about ‘Taman Shud’ in his latest column, though he apparently missed the whole point of the song. Hey Andrew, The Drones aren’t offended by you, they flat out don’t care about you!
“From defenders of lying to the foul-mouthed The Drones, stamping on the ashes of the West’s musical traditions,” Bolt writes via The Telegraph. “Critics like these make me feel I’m offending exactly the right kind of people.”
Bolt’s supporters promptly rallied to his aid, with Mick from Brisbane writing, “Andrew Bolt doesn’t give a continental about you either, Gareth. Try not to mumble so much. No-one can understand what you’re singing.” Burn.
Meanwhile, ‘Turtle’ from WA adds, “The Drones are quite typical of the Melbourne music scene. A scene where ignorant populist leftism is mandatory. Someone in the crowd needs to chuck a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s verse at them.”
The Drones – ‘Taman Shud’ Lyrics
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
I don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press
I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing I care about’s the
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
For all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate
Don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt
It’s clear as
mud mud my Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Why did anybody feel the need to lie
