I am a Dwarves slut. I love them.
I love how they write pop gems and then sabotage their own success by then adding a chorus that celebrates fucking dead midgets, or at the very least masturbating over a video of someone fucking a dead midget.
Okay that might be an exaggeration, but if Blag reads this then a song about fuckin' dead midgets will surely appear on the next album.
Anyhow I'm very pleased to say that on their latest opus no one has messed with the formula and once again they have delivered a magnificent homage to the gutter.
This isn't an album that will just piss off a teenagers parents. Although it will do the job without breaking a sweat.
It's also the album that will piss off your wife, husband and even your boss if you slip it into the car stereo when giving the wanker a lift home because his wife needed the jaguar to take her woman's group to the church fete.
The only people who it wont piss off are the Dwarves fans themselves.
They will be dancing naked in the streets to this. Well in their heads they will.
Come the revolution the Dwarves could be be the soundtrack to the end of days, and if so......then bring on the apocalypse babeeeeeeee.