Just when you thought a cover of one of your favorite songs in one of your favorite movies could ever make you feel so used, like a bar girl gunning for a little extra tip money from some skeezy drunk, leather-loving, Harley-wannabe, too-much-moose-in-his-hair, cigarette-hanging-out-of-his-mouth, too-much-aftershave, oozing-with-too-much-failure, didn't-earn-that-feel-you-just-copped, kinda guy... And yet, you are oddly turned on. Congratulations on the creation of the ever-anticipated, ever-necessary, modern day petting zoo: HOOKER FARM!
Write up in the Seattle Weekly: I wasn’t there when KD CockBlock, VikkiVegas, Tasty Pasties, J-sin, and Reak-o—the kids otherwise known as Hooker Farm—came up with their idea to start a tribute band to drunk perverts doing Rock-a-Rokie, but I imagine the conversation went something a little like this: (gurgle , gurgle, cough, cough) “Oh, man! D-do you know what would be sooooo funny?” (gurgle, gurgle, cough, cough) “Punk rock covers of super inane pop songs, except with lyrics mutilated by a fourteen channeling his inner Weird Al!” “MY GOD! That’s exactly what I was thinking! Sweet. Would you pass the chips?” “Yeah. And so, ok, the titles will be things like, uh, ‘Heaven is Four Inch Girth’ and ‘Hit Me with Your Best Shot (In The Eye).’ Pfffst! “Bitch, you just made beer come out my nose.”
