As you listen to the Sharp Chuckies, something may remind you how much you love the poignant lyrical insights of the acoustic Neil Young, or the dazzling and unpredictable studio virtuosity of Zeppelin in their prime. Your thoughts may drift to the lush sonic canvases of the Bunnymen, or the torrid and uncompromising experimentation of the Velvets. Then you will think, "Why aren't I listening to that stuff instead of these bozos?" But, as the dozens of Chuckies listeners before you have found out, avoiding this band is easier said than done.
Then you will think, "Why aren't I listening to that stuff instead of these bozos?" But, as the dozens of Chuckies listeners before you have found out, avoiding this band is easier said than done. With their dozens of incessently catchy albums, and hundreds of insidiously kitchy songs, spewed forth from more major metropolitan areas than you have clean socks, steering clear of the Chuckies' music is all but impossible these days.