Crash Test Dummies frontman Brad Roberts (seated, blue shirt) at home with his family.
Annoying. What other adjective could wholly express the baritone, monotone drone of Crash Test Dummies frontman Brad Roberts?
That voice permeates the song without regard for harmony and selfishly squats on every note.
That voice wrenches into the instrumentation with reckless abandon until it consumes your ears like ravenous pirahna.
In essence, it's like listening to Ben Stein on a bad acid trip.
If songs like "Afternoons & Coffeespoons" were all Crash Test Dummies had to offer us, the loyal music consumers, I'm confident God Shuffled His Feet would've tanked and vanished beneath the depths of obscurity.
So how did it sell over five million copies since its release?
That second album, you see, contained the gloriously peculiar "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm", a song which inexplicably plants itself in your mind and refuses to leave. You plead with it, try to reason with it. Yet all it does is cross its arms and vigorously shake its head at you.
Despite the danger infectious songs present the melody-susceptible public, I'm offering the infamous track here at Hurry Home Dark Cloud.
But heed my warning: listen at your own risk. . .
"Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" from God Shuffled His Feet (1993)
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