The Thing About The Alarm

If you had created that band out of whole cloth, whether in 1983 or 2014, it would have seemed like the cruelest humor, greased pig chasing, dwarf tossing, and shit.  Yet, yet, today, and probably then as well, compared to Ufucking2, The Alarm is almost quaint in their clumsy earnestness, embarrassing sincerity.  Apparently they didn't know how silly that hair was--and maybe they wouldn't have cared, anyway--but at least the guitar player wasn't an insane bald twat wearing a knit cap to his wedding.  At least Mike Peters wasn't Bono for christ's sake.